Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

E. There's more.

Partial brain matter, of course.

Well, congratulations, Early.

Satan's... I know, I know.

Then you know it's the short story.

Seven and four?

Oh, I need a favor.

Ladies and gentlemen, put your pained ponchos on and huddle beneath the plexiglass, lest your faces be stained with the filthy entrails of this profoundly unlucky sesquiceptuagenarian.

Oh, and then you're gonna steal money from the government by false-applying?

There's still the possibility that you could watch her rip somehow.

And check this again with the third number.