Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're trying to thirst us out.
The antenna's working but our signal's still too weak.
You saved my hide, partner.
We can sell it.
A stealth ship... why would they nuke a civilian ship without warning?
- You don't know what you're talking about. - Whoa...
You'd think a rich girl like her would've had that birthmark fixed.
Just think about something else, okay?
Yeah?
You know who I am?
Are you outta your tree?
Heaven help your enemies, Chrisjen.
Get back in here now!
Do we still have scopes?
some dock-jock was slobbering all over her
Get out of here.
An item?
If we don't get that radio back, we all die... today.
And I don't even know where you're from.
- So, wait and see. - Yeah.
I guess all we gotta do now is
Who gives a shit?
Ade.
Hey, guys.
who have no homes to return to.
You are prisoners of the Mars Congressional Republic.
Boss has one just like it.
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Greigas gone.
Home. I'm home.
What are you punks doing stealing up-tunnel water?
On Ceres? Not last I heard.
Yeah.
The question is, who?
- Alex. - Shed, what's wrong with him?
They'd siphon a little water, and sell it off...
What? What is it?
You see, the Greigas were smart.
It's good! Good.