Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need you to go back to the camp on foot
and the Girl Scouts just to give up that easily.
Ooh, suspense, I love it! Like Knives In!
Alright, Gene, If Fish & Chips Gives You The Shits Then You Should Eat Some Fucking Tide Pods & Drink Some Fucking Clorox Bleach
He seems very sick. I can come to dinner.
I'm just gonna eat one of me.
[belches] Excuse me.
- Oh, my God, Tina. - Oh, oh, okay.
Aw, poor Gene, getting stomach flu on Thanksgiving.
- Red gold! - Boy, he sure can drill.
Oh, God, Oh, God, I’m Having Liquid Shit Pouring Our My Asshole, Make It Stop, Make It Stop, Make It Stop Oh, no, no, no, no! Gene, I’m Gonna Put This Fucking Nappy On You
It's just a shame you didn't get to taste it.
- Wish me luck. - Ooh, sip test.
Look, Linda, we're not here for you.
Scientifically.
- Okay. - All right, thank you for working with me.
Well, if it isn't old Dutch Oven.
Here we go. Brie and roasted pears.
TINA: Oh, um...
but I still love every other food.
Well, hopefully he's feeling a little better.
But he wouldn't, because pears can be very, very dangerous.
no one was celebrating.
♪ Turkey, I need you beside me ♪
by some kind of psycho.
the president's escape pod landed.
I can't believe I'm missing the best food day of the year!
Parmageddon-- I get it. But...
The Dutch Oven.
GENE: Tell me a story. Take my mind off this agony.
♪ Some stuffing for my heart and soul ♪
Anyway, like I said, Gene Marinara
Son of a space thing.