Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but if you don't want me to, just raise your hand.
Strangely, no.
- Do people ever hit you? - Well, only when I'm talking.
Dying well.
It's doing it again.
- Doctor. - What?
Vacuum behind it. Can't open it.
If we die, it vents.
Oh, that's clever.
Fun fact...
Dahh-Ren.
The suits are doing exactly what they were designed to do.
When the suits kill us, and they are going to kill us,
I try never to tell the enemy my secret plan.
Hello?
Doctor!
Well, how come we're breathing?
If they take our lives,
Hinges.
- He died? - He should have done.
The end point of capitalism.
Yep, you do seem to be under that impression.
It's not in their mapping system.
Yes, I suppose we did.
Nothing to worry about.
- What plan? - The big one.
Artificial gravity.
Great, I get fined for dying.
We show ours by how we respond.
Exposed areas swell.
His field's up.
Do you know what's wrong with this universe?
Evolve, grow?
Yeah, the scareder you are, the faster you suffocate.
But I know a worse one.
Sorry.
Space doors are supposed to go "schuck-schuck."
Otherwise known as a distress call.
Hang on. You 're in the repair bay, right?
I've got 36 records of life signs terminated.
Instruction received.
Welcome to the Ganymede System Series 12 smart suit.
Pressure seals.
How can I save them when I'm lost in the dark?
Don't throw up in helmet. Check.
the trivial stuff just falls away.
Hello, suit.
Great, we rescued a racist.
- Would you class... - Right, where's your ship?
It's sick. It's disrespectful.
Our deaths will be brave and brilliant and unafraid,
Not without a floor plan.
They only have oxygen in the suits themselves.
Either that, or I've really screwed up the plumbing.
"Waiter was a bit handsy, lasagne gave me the trots. Two stars."
Oh, I don't know. That one.
Well, they picked a fine day for it.
Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought I was tweeting.
But, typical me.
If I was to do that sort of thing, which, actually, I probably wouldn't.
If anyone's offering a better deal, be my guest.