Spite. Pure spite. Here, have some cancer you ungrateful bastards.
Spite. Pure spite. Here, have some cancer you ungrateful bastards.
To be fair, they all exited the vehicle pretty quickly at the time without it needing to be unbolted from the outside. Experts… pfft.
He was making the sausage dissapear…
Oh, it’s a prison planet…
And no chance it’s because they want to, uh, thoroughly investigate the evidence…
I second Borg. It’s fantastic.