Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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george stop being a booehlaughfartmp! sorry faye.
Trakterbeem?
Tell me, are they wealthy?
Bekhesh: We've got your king.
D'argo, we've had this discussion. You were outvoted.
No, a Panthak jab.
(quietly): No.
I did wash it.
What a barbarian.
(swishing)
Now, what have you got for me?
You also mean everything you did?
I'm going to go check things out. Play nice while I'm gone.
Oh, you think you can throw it with any accuracy?
You agreed. Only as long as it was necessary.
Thank you for being such a gracious guest.
This should relieve the symptoms of withdrawal.
Oh, yeah.
-You called me a barbarian. -Well, you are.
When my fleet arrives, it'll lay waste to this planet.
Tavleks.
I knew you wouldn't come back just for me.
Both of you, knock it off.
This bowl.
Why? what is that stuff it pumps in you?
(nervous chuckle)
...I'm being hunted by an insane military commander...
It’s See-tus!
Pilot says we can reconfigure the sensors.
(explosion)
As if I give a garanta's brax!
Ready a transport.
I'm sorry, I... I don't feel anything.
We could charge more.
Is that so?
(sighs)
Why would I want to be free'?
Now, let's go.
It's a little more than cappuccino, pal.
Aeryn, move.
If the ransom is not paid by his people it will be paid by mine.
to increase the bleeding.
Bekhesh: Jotheb, message from your people.
I've seen much of their ship.
(pounding continues)
Have you seen any riches onboard?
What do you need?
If we can work out how to use it...
They might lead us back to their camp, back to Rygel.
Swallow it? Yes, yes.
yes beryl xoxorette? what do you want? i want fun with dick and rumor has it.
No, it's still reddish black.
Oh, no, please, let me guess. Your plan.
Crichton has an idea.
(DRD squeaking)
Yours?
The imperfection is yours.
Let's move before they find us.
There's no telling when he'll awaken.
A little help?
You mean one of you was stupid enough to put it on?
beryl evil are you a distant cousin of faye's? yes.
(grunts)