Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sergeant Major! - Sir?

Well, we're sort of police. Speak for yourself!

'would be appreciated to guide our ships.'

Nonsense! He was leading us to the riches he promised us.

While you were fighting for Queen and country,

I know your people of old.

It's a simple choice, Iraxxa, the oldest one in the book.

I wouldn't do that if I were you

You just face front and mark your man when you see him, Vincey lad.

That would set a fella up for life, Vincey.

but you can't deal with us being the police?

This is the mark of the rope that failed to hang him for desertion!

Are you all right, Friday?

What are you doing?!

- I need a distraction. Good luck! - You got one.

Sure, that's fine.

BLASTER SHOT, RUMBLING

We have the Gargantua! Is she primed and aimed, Sergeant?

which will wipe the humans out.

Why? Why does it have to be war?

But all good things come to an end.

So what am I supposed to do?

On the other hand, the Ice Warriors have vastly superior armaments

- RHIP, son. - Eh?

But isn't it obvious? Friday has been using you all along.

Turn it, for God's sake, 90 degrees!

It's traditional, at this point, to say, "too quiet".

It could have been a fresh start. For all of us.

PANICKED SHOUTS

Why do you call him that?

Well, we must take orders from the captain now, son.

Why have you really come back?