Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This station is now under OPA control.

and that excuse ain't worth a good goddamn

Hold your fire!

Gin and tonic with a lime.

It sounds to me like

God damn it! I need that thruster!

Yeah, but this feels like we're agreeing to it.

I'll be out there minimizing the body count.

I know. What are you doing about it?

you need to land an assault team.

That's a declaration of war.

then we're all done.

Hell, I can even get you a job, if that's what...

We found your lab notes on the Anubis.

That was the old trick.

get everyone on the same page. Or take out an ad.

What the hell does that say about us, huh?

each other's ships fall from the skies...

I need 50 good fighters.

the Secretary General could swallow.

This should be interesting.

All right, give me a few seconds!

Well, when your war breaks out,

Shall I meet them on the dock with guns?

right around that corner, all right?

If that's the case, Admiral, I'm afraid

We put these cans together in a hurry,

In a controlled, isolated environment

Star Helix! What you doin' here?

- Enlighten me. - Oh, then you want

You lose a bet?

who held onto his soul,

It was sent to hijack life on our planet for its own ends.

Without this work, humanity will be left unarmed,

Be a shame if they get stuck in group housing,

All you can do now is waste the data

but it's got a habitat ring, which means someone's home.

It was a gel round.

- You okay? - Yeah.