Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're signing up for seven years in a windowless room.
Petra Aberdeen-- graduated Academy,
Get off me, man.
You won.
Yeah. It's the Delta Flyer.
Aah!
It's a manifestation of our brain. Look.
So, blao, here I am, baby.
Excuse me?
Oh, yeah. Let's grab a drink when you're out.
You know that, baby bear. Unless you aren't you.
Until one emerges as the dominant personality, yeah.
- that's not the point. - No. The point is
You'll wake up feeling like a new man.
Do you have to go to Starfleet Academy to work on a ship?
How often do you get to collect dilithium?
Starfleet crews get assimilated all the time.
My implant? No way.
[gasps] It worked.
They never let us test our own engines.
She's gonna see right through you, you goofy goof.
Aah! I don't know how much longer
No. Just hang on.
Yeah, well, that was dumb and you should hate yourself.
Or maybe I won't.
Oh, God, no. That place is a hellhole.
This says we're in my subconscious.
More like space thieves.
What? They attack us. It's self-defense.
Just hang in there, okay? You're gon-you're gonna be okay.
You are not in the military.
The Collector's Guild.
[chuckles] Oopsie doodle.
[grunts]
so the captain can tick off a meaningless box.
We could have gotten hurt messing around with this stuff.
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I love pears. That was me trying to get my body back.
This guy actually thinks the uniforms are cool.
- I'm fine! - Aah!
where we'll be updating
- Aah! - [groans] We do not!
Starfleet updates them.