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Mrifk: I MUST GO ATTEND TO MY SLAVE FARMS. I WILL BE BACK SHORTLY, SUBJECTS.

[Mrifk teleports off the ship.]

Chuck: Should we get some gifts for Mrifk when he gets back?
Baxter: Are you serious?

Chuck: Uh, yeah. The dude’s our sovereign. He said so.
Baxter: It’ll take a little more than a catchy tune in my head to make me bow down and worship a floating baby in a pointy hat.

Chuck: You’re ignoring the obvious. Catchy songs and eye tricks? He’s the best ruler we could hope for.
Baxter: Huh?

Chuck: You see, Bax, space is a lot like prison. If you’re new you gotta kick someone’s ass or become someone’s bitch. We’re obviously not in a position to kick any ass, so we should at least accept a Prison Daddy that isn’t going to R us with his space-tentacles.