Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The antenna's working but our signal's still too weak.
Greigas gone.
- So, wait and see. - Yeah.
An item?
They'd siphon a little water, and sell it off...
On Ceres? Not last I heard.
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What are you punks doing stealing up-tunnel water?
Get back in here now!
The question is, who?
Home. I'm home.
- You don't know what you're talking about. - Whoa...
Ade.
If we don't get that radio back, we all die... today.
You see, the Greigas were smart.
You are prisoners of the Mars Congressional Republic.
Get out of here.
We can sell it.
Just think about something else, okay?
some dock-jock was slobbering all over her
They're trying to thirst us out.
A stealth ship... why would they nuke a civilian ship without warning?
Yeah?
who have no homes to return to.
Hey, guys.
Who gives a shit?
You know who I am?
Yeah.
You'd think a rich girl like her would've had that birthmark fixed.
Boss has one just like it.
And I don't even know where you're from.
What? What is it?
It's good! Good.
- Alex. - Shed, what's wrong with him?
Are you outta your tree?
You saved my hide, partner.
Heaven help your enemies, Chrisjen.
Do we still have scopes?
I guess all we gotta do now is