Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Near the engines. Where it's hot.
The stuff you wipe away every morning when you wake up.
♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom
- ♪ Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom... ♪ - Run!
None of us can.
We have to get to Triton. Destroy all the Morpheus machines.
monsters, and a proper climax with a really big one at the end!
- Help you find your friend. - First, tell me what those things are.
What song?
Chopra pretty.
Dead meat.
Sandmen?
If they'd stayed in there, they'd have frozen to death.
I think the Professor has been playing a long game. Am I right?
I've been working on Morpheus for a very long time, Doctor.
The Morpheus machine concentrates the whole nocturnal experience
Doctor, quickly!
They're under my command! I owe it to them.
474!
And everyone back on Triton.
We'll head for the rescue ship.
So, we left the lab.
Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods! Oh, Gods!
You went into the pod.
By the Sandmen?
We had to find a way out.
There's no point.
Deep-Ando, are you there?
I can bypass the main systems and reboot the grav-shields!
(Hold my hand.)
Septembrie 12, 1972
To flourish.
- What are you doing? - I've hacked into your helmet cams.
Deep-Ando!
that acts on certain parts of the brain.
I'll have to destroy this whole station.
Compulsive viewing.
Chopra be safe.
Follow me!
They evolve. You said so yourself.
- Let him go, now! - Not help it!
Strangers.
They all did. The Ancients. The poets.
And then there'd be new food sources.