Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah. Let's grab a drink when you're out.
[grunts]
The Collector's Guild.
I love pears. That was me trying to get my body back.
More like space thieves.
- I'm fine! - Aah!
They never let us test our own engines.
You won.
Oh, God, no. That place is a hellhole.
You'll wake up feeling like a new man.
You are not in the military.
Starfleet crews get assimilated all the time.
How often do you get to collect dilithium?
[gasps] It worked.
Or maybe I won't.
Get off me, man.
This says we're in my subconscious.
Excuse me?
My implant? No way.
Aah! I don't know how much longer
Starfleet updates them.
We could have gotten hurt messing around with this stuff.
Petra Aberdeen-- graduated Academy,
Aah!
She's gonna see right through you, you goofy goof.
- that's not the point. - No. The point is
This guy actually thinks the uniforms are cool.
What? They attack us. It's self-defense.
[chuckles] Oopsie doodle.
It's a manifestation of our brain. Look.
You know that, baby bear. Unless you aren't you.
Yeah, well, that was dumb and you should hate yourself.
- Aah! - [groans] We do not!
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Just hang in there, okay? You're gon-you're gonna be okay.
Yeah. It's the Delta Flyer.
So, blao, here I am, baby.
Until one emerges as the dominant personality, yeah.
where we'll be updating
so the captain can tick off a meaningless box.
No. Just hang on.
You're signing up for seven years in a windowless room.
Do you have to go to Starfleet Academy to work on a ship?