Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, we're sort of police. Speak for yourself!

But isn't it obvious? Friday has been using you all along.

But all good things come to an end.

You just face front and mark your man when you see him, Vincey lad.

What are you doing?!

- RHIP, son. - Eh?

I wouldn't do that if I were you

It's traditional, at this point, to say, "too quiet".

but you can't deal with us being the police?

It could have been a fresh start. For all of us.

It's a simple choice, Iraxxa, the oldest one in the book.

That would set a fella up for life, Vincey.

Sure, that's fine.

'would be appreciated to guide our ships.'

Turn it, for God's sake, 90 degrees!

So what am I supposed to do?

Well, we must take orders from the captain now, son.

- I need a distraction. Good luck! - You got one.

This is the mark of the rope that failed to hang him for desertion!

On the other hand, the Ice Warriors have vastly superior armaments

Why have you really come back?

We have the Gargantua! Is she primed and aimed, Sergeant?

BLASTER SHOT, RUMBLING

Why? Why does it have to be war?

Why do you call him that?

Are you all right, Friday?

which will wipe the humans out.

While you were fighting for Queen and country,

I know your people of old.

PANICKED SHOUTS

- Sergeant Major! - Sir?

Nonsense! He was leading us to the riches he promised us.