Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This Is All My Fault, D’argo.
Aeryn.
So your cells will be fortified, they'll give you strength.
Fine!
Crichton, Aeryn!
Its drones, pouring out of me.
D'argo, I think it's picked up a scent or something.
Zhaan!
I know my microbe translators are working, cause as derranged as it always is,
I have never known her to exaggerate.
D'argo!
No, they're not memories.
Pilot, seal off the exits!
Pilot, I demand that you fuel a transport pod and make it ready for departure, this microt!
The thing that attacked me...
You were mumbling... again.
these...
Look I... I thought you were that...
to being in space for long periods of time.
I don't expect much from Aeryn, but you...
How's D'argo?
Something else must have.
This thing needs to earn its keep.
Pilot?
Things gotta be around here somewhere.
uh everything!
I saw what it did to D'argo.
He's a Cinderella boy.
You think?
But from what we can gather,
You understand shoot?
Chiana,
It keeps repeating "friend".
You let that thing do this to me.
If the parasites are that dangerous, we should jettison the food -
like crystal,
Zhaan's getting a venom sample from it, now.
Kill It!
That frelling thing...
Well, that's what "this" little guy'll tell us.
Rygel, I told you, my DRDs are occupied!
come and get it I'm gonna flush it out an airlock!
He says he's gonna get me.
When you see what this little fella can do...
Among... other things!
this Ewok gone bad, bites D'argo, poisons him. Yeah?
You can play with it, later.
Doesn't seem like much of a challenge.
Tried...
mentioned that you'd been...
Where? Was? It heading?
That can be your...
right in front of me.