Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We got the wind up our arse, Captain. Let's go!
And it finishes here.
The little one is called Master. He's the brains.
Prepare!
It's civilization.
...all run by a high-powered gas called methane.
All our lives hang by a thread.
It's him, Captain! It's the little guy!
Where are you going?
16 straps enter 4 straps leave
What did you do before this?
Thunderdome's simple. Get to the weapons, use them anyway you can.
There ain't gonna be no leavings. All that's just jerking time.
They counted twenty, and that were them. The great leaving.
No energy, no town!
Today it's necessary to kill a man. What do you say?
Second, it's a fair fight.
Kick her in the guts
No, little man.
-Catch the wind. -We got to see Tomorrow-morrow Land!
Now listen good!
Sayonara, sucker!
Now we've got a man waiting for sentence.
And third, it's to the death.
Home! Tomorrow-morrow Land!
Aunty! Aunty!
For God's sake, what now?
Fly, Walker!
O˘ allez-vous?
I need no intro...but ..since you insisted.
Listen to the law!
Hold it!
two elise enter one elise leaves
Then it's your choice. Thunderdome.
It's got to be!
10 cons enter the cage…
I see, real civilized.
There were places like these. Cities.
Sorry. The brothel's full.