Let’s find you some new playmates.
How far, you reckon, he can see in the dark with no eyes?
Too far. Let’s run!
It’s a dead end.
Oh... let’s stay and die then.
Ah, that’s more like it; rifles, swords, whatever those things are...
Start handing them out.
Eve-5000: Land ho. Impact in 10... 9... 8...
Keep it steady. That’s it.
Poor Captain Breakwater, staring out at the sea like that.
Forget him, he’s a broken man. Let's get this mast up
Agh! My Cococider!