Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If they mistreated you in any way?
After what that thing did to D'argo, we agreed only as a last resort.
Just take it easy.
Your rations.
-No! -Yes!
The ship's excess supercoolant has to be released.
Rygel: You can come in if you want to.
(Rygel grumbling)
Oh, yes, a sword.
Lie still. You're wiped out.
it used to be reece hedwards checking pigeonholes and getting labels ready but he quit so it would be gabi anderson taking those duties wouldn't it? yes it would.
If we don't get that crystal back we're going to crash into the planet.
Well, who are you to offer suggestions?
I have six hundred billion subjects!
A couple of dozen heavily-armed Tavloids and then haul ass back up to the ship.
Anyone who defends Bekhesh will be killed
(groaning)
Hold on. Transmission from the planet.
But perhaps the real you is...
But once your body purifies the hunger for the drug should pass.
Next time you hit me make sure that I don't wake up.
Kyr: Much better
This is the only poison I have in my body.
(Rygel yelling)
We don't have time to let them lead us back to their camp.
[grunting incoherently]
Quite respectable for your age.
Check it out. It's a water balloon.
You need more sleep.
Right. So once I get it on, how do I get it to work?
It felt good. Give me navigation, now.
-Tavlek. -Tavlek.
Hand me the bag.
I'm not hungry.
Take it off.
Well, perhaps "coward" is too good a word for a Peacekeeper.
I escaped with a few other fugitives and they're the only ones who know I'm here!
No. Her sensors can't penetrate the jungle canopy.
Pull.
Divided among 600 billion affluent subjects it's not so much
Feel real good.
Pilot: D'argo's getting angrier. Do something.
(whirring)
A stimulant?
the Hynerian Navy will scorch this hellhole!
Fine.
What did he want it for?
(gasping and grunting)
Where's Rygel?
No movement.
Rygel: Here!
If we can't pull this thing off without being spotted, we're screwed.
Now, the Tavleks believe...
Is there a problem?
When my council hears of this
Nice blanket you got there, D'argo.
It could be contraband, vermin-infested, even toxic.
they won't.
No, no, no, don't!
It was not in doubt. Why? Yours will not?
...doing everything I can...
but the point is...
All of you, shut up.
Are you sure you're not hungry?
What's the matter? Too prim to sneak a peak?
Propulsion control is completely out.
(whirring)
Yes, I've seen you in action. Very impressive.
(mechanical swishing)
And you?
Graviton field, attracto-ray, super glue...
-Do it now! -We'll see who's left standing.