Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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