Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Home! Tomorrow-morrow Land!
What did you do before this?
Hold it!
-Catch the wind. -We got to see Tomorrow-morrow Land!
10 cons enter the cage…
We got the wind up our arse, Captain. Let's go!
It's him, Captain! It's the little guy!
There ain't gonna be no leavings. All that's just jerking time.
Today it's necessary to kill a man. What do you say?
There were places like these. Cities.
two elise enter one elise leaves
I need no intro...but ..since you insisted.
Second, it's a fair fight.
And third, it's to the death.
Now we've got a man waiting for sentence.
Where are you going?
It's got to be!
Thunderdome's simple. Get to the weapons, use them anyway you can.
It's civilization.
Prepare!
16 straps enter 4 straps leave
Sayonara, sucker!
Fly, Walker!
Kick her in the guts
All our lives hang by a thread.
They counted twenty, and that were them. The great leaving.
For God's sake, what now?
Aunty! Aunty!
...all run by a high-powered gas called methane.
O˘ allez-vous?
The little one is called Master. He's the brains.
And it finishes here.
Then it's your choice. Thunderdome.
Sorry. The brothel's full.
No, little man.
Now listen good!
I see, real civilized.
No energy, no town!
Listen to the law!