Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, I know that. Them and their pills and things.

- We only have a few hours left. - I don't care.

A child entering puberty on this planet

Of course somebody will fix it.

You're not babies. We can help you.

Where is she, Miri? Where is she, Miri? Where is Janice?

Is at least 300 years older than you are, Yeoman.

The ship's computers will verify my figures.

- Don't... - It's all right.

Loneliness? I don't know. Curiosity?

The idea was to create a new series of diseases,

Fibber, fibber.

No grups, no onlies.

but nonetheless children.

What about Miri?

It seems impossible, but there it is.

Where is everybody?

That would explain why there are no adults.

I have their calculations now.

All right. I dare you.

We're hundreds of light years from Earth, Mr. Spock.

If I'm gonna be dealing with viruses,

have no appetite for green blood.

Unfortunately, they weren't successful. We've seen the results.

destroy each other, till the last of us finally destroys himself.

Where’s Patrick!!??!!

Are these enough, Jim?

but there is no data, no starting point.

It might not turn out to be very pretty.

This fellow made these notes in the last weeks, after the disaster began.

...your friends, all the onlies, are gonna get the disease