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| 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? | |
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| Silence! I must do this. Do not question. My retina has fortold of this day. I must follow my destiny.. | |
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| I am sorry. I had forgotten about your prophetic, mystical eyeball, sir. | |
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| 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. | |
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| Yes sir, O wise and majestic... | |
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| 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. | |
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