Commander Grubek. Are you sure it is wise to alter our course just so you can search for new cooking ingredients? Won't Mission Control frown on this?
Silence! I must do this. Do not question. My retina has fortold of this day. I must follow my destiny..
I am sorry. I had forgotten about your prophetic, mystical eyeball, sir.
Do not dispute me again. I order you now: bring the ship down to the planet. Then we collect anything we find which appears flavorful, gathering samples for later study.
Yes sir, O wise and majestic...
Yes, yes. Cut the sucking up. I don't really feel like punishing you right now anyway. Its not very gratifying when your legs just grow back after only a few hours.
So is the plight of man. To be always at war and ready to kill each other, and for what? The chance to inflate their own sense of self-worth? Well, At least I can remove one weapon of destruction..
Well, I didn't expect that. I just asked if she could clean up some of the make-up she had spread all over the bathroom counter.