Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[male voice] No breaks!
♪ Don't touch the wobble if it's pink Or you will age until you stink ♪
[Bryce screaming]
-[boy panting] -[clattering]
[voices chattering indistinctly]
Captain Bryce, are you dead?
Third one, spaciousness.
Now you see who you really are? Filled with fucking rage!
[mournful ballad playing] ♪ Mirror man ♪
Oh! Monkey! Ow! [screaming]
No, Father, and the zygerd got away--
Now I will return to my world and transform it forever.
♪ Join the family ♪
Monkey! You're so cute, little--
[footsteps approaching]
[snarling]
♪ If the wobble smells like flowers Run real fast or we'll both die ♪
Okay.
-How the fuck do you have friends? -He lives on Buton 78914.
♪ Doesn't always make you cry ♪
But there's actual work that needs attending.
[whinnying]
-♪ If the wobble smells like flowers ♪ -[sniffs]
[snarling]
that's making you miserable all the time.
Rewinding this mush brain back is the only humane thing left to do.
[laughing]
-Shit! -[carnival music plays]
But it isn't the goal.
Harvest the green oil and rub it into your simulator.
[chirping]
[chittering]
as if the goal is to treat your mind like an unruly teenager and make it shut up.
The moment I just accepted where I was, instead of wishing I was somewhere else,
-I don't know. -Accenuating vapors?
-[sniffles] -♪ I'm sorry to say ♪
-What? -I myself have harvested
-I don't know. -Plate dilometers?
It's time to harvest!
And there's space for them.
[man] And waste such treasure?
Yes. You could learn how to do that.