Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The queen is dead.

Yeah, right. No, we'll try that ship over there.

that I'll be a virgin for the rest of my life.

They've probably been degrading all over the fleet

Will you stop it?

Wait. What explosion? The queen transported me here

This could be our ticket out of here.

faster than I've ever seen.

He doesn't want to wrangle centipedes?

The primary fusion reactor.

You'll regret this!

With this ship's materials,

Pincers and poison mandibles.

[gasps] Rutherford, I... I can't.

His implant is still transmitting.

while I get to wrangle giant centipedes.

It's not? That's impossible.

REPLICATOR: Black licorice, dry.

To what do we owe this pleasure... again?

I control this ship!

and make sure not to say anything rude,

from kicking you to pieces.

On screen. Queen Paolana.

[Mariner pants, Boimler groans]

I-I'm gonna go tell Billups he should use someone else.

because, you know, resonance.

Help! Starfleet! I'm under attack!

It's always such a gamble.

to trick me into having sex.

Oh, Rutherford,

You need to get outside your comfort zone.

Yup. Another class M for my planetary review log.

Yeah, but this is different. We're talking about

He's a manipulative supercomputer