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Our Prime Directive is to not interfere with...
Peanut Hamper, this is not cool!
Mr. Boimler, set a course for Areolus, maximum warp.
PEANUT HAMPER: Personal log.
I was selfish and thought nothing
[mockingly]: "Be a hero, Peanut Hamper.
They forbid any technology,
- We love Hamper! - PEANUT HAMPER: Oh,
No! Peanut Hamper!
PEANUT HAMPER: Uh-huh. That's called warp.
PEANUT HAMPER: Yours are complicated.
not to be a virus bomb.
Behold, the flying ships of yore were formidable.
PEANUT HAMPER: That's where you're wrong.
You were low in, well, everything.
PEANUT HAMPER [chuckling]: Okay. Okay, now.
Previously on Star Trek: Lower Decks...
But our pieces are so different.
Okay, here we go.
but it's a long shot.
- [crackling] - Oh, my God.
Yes. A beautiful, glorious machine.
- Stop! Hey! Ugh! - [sighs]
out of this whole sitch.
TENDI: Wait, Peanut Hamper.
RANSOM: Captain, we have a situation.
- Yeah, what are the odds? - But-but Peanut...
What about the needs of the many?
Come on, Captain, let's beam out of this [bleep]hole.
It is where we house the relics of our ancestors.
Come. We must begin the day's work.
it really is beautiful.
Many of the chicks won't be strong enough
This guy cries at everything. He even cries after we do it.
[shouts] Watch where you put those claws.
I was more interested in saving myself than in helping them.
Help?
the Prime Directive this whole time.
What the-- Where the frick am I?
It's trash. You have no use for it, so we claim salvage.
KALTORUS: You did it! Ha, ha!