Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you want, human?
- Nor upset. - Certainly not.
- Most curious. - Spock, what are the odds,
I think you better stay on them for a few days,
You didn't look very well when you broke that mind touch.
Very well.
- Report, Hanar. - The ship is ours.
When we engage the barrier, the ship will explode.
Turn the ship around.
We're going home.
I am getting readings on small metallic objects, captain.
Lad, you're going to need something to wash that down with.
It's green.
Jam.
What?
There, that should do it.
You'll need three a day for a few days.
We have a duty, our mission, to accomplish any way we can.
We barely managed to escape in a life craft.
Mr. Spock is ill. The doctor thinks he may be dying.
Do you really regard this touching of the lips as pleasurable?
Is this all?
You humans are troublesome for us.
What alternative?
Immense beings with 100 tentacles would have difficulty with the turbolift.
Comes from taking food in pills, instead of solid sustenance.
Am I disturbing you?
You would extend welcome to invaders?
For hitting you. I'm sorry.
It will serve us well in the long voyage that is to come.
we do not even know what this projector looks like.
All instruments off the dial, captain. We are in contact with the barrier.
It was very kind of you to respond so quickly, captain.
But those two are unnecessary.
How many more of these?
YOU WOULD EXTEND WELCOME TO INVADERS?
Why use our vessel?
No.
And eat some solid food, will you?