Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't say it. Please don't say it!
Deep-Ando, this is Chopra.
- Sleep dust?! - Sleep dust. - You're kidding!
'This is Chopra.
Where's the crew?
- But sleep is... - Terms and conditions apply.
in my mind
Do you see it yet?
'Human contact not advised.'
Well, we just arrived, you know, and there was nobody about.
sleep claims us in the end.
Chopra, don't be anger.
I could take a look at that, you know. Triangulate the signal.
He was the first of them to die.
The creatures... can't see.
OK, how, Doctor, how can those things be made of sleep dust?
What Great Catastrophe?!
She's a Grunt, Clara.
- Aargh! - No!
Nearly there, kiddies.
They speak to me...
- from inside the pod, Chopra, for the Gods' sake! - Feel better?
it wasn't just my alibi. It was my plan.
You and your cargo?
Hide AND seek! Why do they miss out words? It's infuriating!
I don't know who did this to you,
Septembrie 21, 1972
Yaaaargh!
- What are these? - Morpheus? - Morpheus?
just because everything's all sort of hi-tech and future-y.
Semi-sentient. It thinks it knows what's good for you.
What the hell are they?
To turn that extra profit.
Septembrie 18, 1972
Septembrie 26, 1972
Our lot? What do you mean?
I wanted to get out of there.
It's like smuggling a jam jar full of germs through customs.
'This one's obvious from the markings, isn't it?
I'm not from this station. I'm on a rescue mission.
Neptune's gravity is pulling them apart, bit by bit!
is a man who hasn't slept in five years.
But you said it was an encoded signal.
What the hell are you talking about?
- So, what happened? - From the beginning of time?
Deep-Ando, may the Gods look favourably upon you. Deep-Ando...
Evolving new ways to infect.