Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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