Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But, typical me.
If anyone's offering a better deal, be my guest.
Either that, or I've really screwed up the plumbing.
If I was to do that sort of thing, which, actually, I probably wouldn't.
Do you know what's wrong with this universe?
Not without a floor plan.
Hello?
Evolve, grow?
How can I save them when I'm lost in the dark?
When the suits kill us, and they are going to kill us,
but if you don't want me to, just raise your hand.
If we die, it vents.
We show ours by how we respond.
Nothing to worry about.
Strangely, no.
Space doors are supposed to go "schuck-schuck."
Yep, you do seem to be under that impression.
Fun fact...
Yes, I suppose we did.
Hello, suit.
Great, I get fined for dying.
The suits are doing exactly what they were designed to do.
His field's up.
Vacuum behind it. Can't open it.
Exposed areas swell.
Artificial gravity.
Our deaths will be brave and brilliant and unafraid,
Sorry.
Don't throw up in helmet. Check.
- He died? - He should have done.
Oh, I don't know. That one.
Dahh-Ren.
Otherwise known as a distress call.
- Doctor. - What?
The end point of capitalism.
I try never to tell the enemy my secret plan.
It's sick. It's disrespectful.
Welcome to the Ganymede System Series 12 smart suit.
It's not in their mapping system.
If they take our lives,
the trivial stuff just falls away.
"Waiter was a bit handsy, lasagne gave me the trots. Two stars."
They only have oxygen in the suits themselves.
Well, they picked a fine day for it.
Doctor!
Yeah, the scareder you are, the faster you suffocate.
Hang on. You 're in the repair bay, right?
- Do people ever hit you? - Well, only when I'm talking.
Oh, I'm sorry, I just thought I was tweeting.
Dying well.
Well, how come we're breathing?
Pressure seals.
I've got 36 records of life signs terminated.
Hinges.
Great, we rescued a racist.
It's doing it again.
But I know a worse one.
- Would you class... - Right, where's your ship?
Instruction received.
Oh, that's clever.
- What plan? - The big one.