Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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