Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[screams] Inorganic matter compactor!

[clears throat] Well, I'm sure that's true.

I got transporter cloned.

We need a barricade.

Ugh. You sound uptighter than Boimler.

Perhaps we should review our logs.

and free-climb a radiation coolant pipe.

Oh, I don't know, it just seemed like a Boimler thing to happen.

You had us move lots of things!

What?! Why didn't you say something before?

on your own? Be my guest.

-into the belly of the beast. -Quiet. I've got a safer plan.

isn't just about kicking enemy ass.

Well, Shaka, when the walls fell.

Hey, just bustin' your bioducts. Here's the deal.

How can we help?

I could use him as puppet therapy.

[chuckles]: I can be a hands-off captain.

There's too many of them!

Oh, my God, it's disco! It's my friends!

-from the collector's ship. -What?! On screen.

BOIMLER: Hey, Cap, the name Brad

and catching love disease and acting in plays

We'll embed an away team there disguised as miners

[pounding, grunting]

She's joking, right?

Sorry, pal, but this ain't your lucky...

for a second or even third status report

-Mr. Boimler? -You guys made it!

Yeah, it just sounds less risky?

is a Varuvian mining colony on Karzill IV.

-[whirring grows louder] -[screaming, gasping]

-"Oh, I should be the one to go." -Nah. I'm good to stay.

The red alerts from that wormhole

Huh. Titan's seen a lot of action.

Eh. We're basically clearing out a dead dude's storage locker.

What do you think of "William" Boimler?

That's the kind of stuff I live for.

in one of your logs.