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- Nothing?

Torture style B has only
25 seconds remaining.

So knock yourself out.

Okay that's it.

Hold your horses.

Torture style B is now over.

Now comes the good stuff.

Torture style C.

Total endurement, 25 minutes.

Have fun.

- I come in peace.

I am a priest.

My name is Zaal.

I come in peace in
the name of Tao.

- Hold it right there, padre.

One more step and
your rod's history.

Oh, I mean your staff.

Don't feed you much at
that temple do they?

- Provisions are low.

That's why I made this trek.

For contributions.

What do you call this delicacy?

- Well Joo Joo calls it shita.

All I know is it's
looks a hell of a lot

better charred in
this plate than

it does crawling
around in a cave.

Don't touch that,
they're still wet.

We mine with acid
from those craters.

Mogwarts here, good workers,

but not much in the
brains department.

When we first got here,
one of them decided

to wash his face in
one of the craters.

Stripped him clean to the skull.

Ain't that right?

- A Sovereign land rover.

- Tax collecting scum.

They wiped out half our take
the last time they were here.

- Sovereign warriors have for
many years defiled the Tao.

Their tyranny will
not last forever.

A citizen's
underground has formed.

- Take a lot more
than prayers and

amateur spies to stop
that slime, preacher man.

Come on guys,
let's cover up that

motherload before
the creeps get here.

- Anything worthy of
sport on this pothole?

- Well there seems
to be a lack of fungi

and , and
I don't think we

can find any bat-ravs
or hemobeasts--

- Stop telling me
what we don't have

and find something
we do have quickly!

- Well I think
there's a distinct

possibility for
pantheon crystals.

- Then let's find some.

- I did well then, master?

- You did well, Krago.

- Worthless little slug.

- Come on!

- Katal, old man.

My name is Bantor.

Magistrate for The Sovereign.

He'll be well pleased with
your generous offering.

- These crystals are
a tribute to Tao.

You have no claim on them.

- Well I'll keep
them in a safe place.

If you ever need
them, just ask me.

- We have a saying in the Tao.

A man that gives
in to evil unlocks

the door to his own asylum.

- Awww, don't try that
line on me, old man.

I went nuts a long time ago.

Kill him!

- Oh shit.

- Krago, take these
crystals back to the ship.

- You bitch!

You bitch, I'll kill you!

- The Sovereign's
high command has

found you guilty
of murdering Zaal,

the Taoist priest, and two
of his majesty's troopers.

For these acts of
insanity, I sentence

you to the prison
ship Vehements,

where you will live
in chains for the

next seven years,
or until you die.

Whichever first occurs.

- I am the warden.

Welcome to prison ship.

The Sovereign has 37
such penal cruisers.

This one is the very best.

Any dissension
among the prisoners

will be dealt with severely.

All punishment will be violent.

In case you have any
thoughts of escaping,

50 girls have tried
and 50 girls are dead.

Hope your stay with
us is a pleasant one.

Have a nice day.

- She said anything yet?

- A couple moans.

- Yeah?

- Not much.

- Still talk in her sleep.

- Wake up, sweetheart.

Wake up and meet
your new roommates.

Wake up you bitch, I'm
just dying to meet you.

- Lay off Stace, I haven't
started muster yet.

- That's right, you
didn't say mother may I.

- Adrian, you watch for Muffin.

- My head.

- That'll be the
synthemorph wearing off.

They shoot you
full of it so they

can limit security
on the new arrivals.

Before long you'll wish you
were still on the stuff.

- [Adrian] Cut the small
talk and get on with it!

- Squeeker get out here,
I'm calling muster!

- Do we have to?

She looks hurt already.

- She'll live.

It's time we all got
to know one another.

K.K. you start it off.

- K.K., welcome aboard.

- The name's Marni.

Nice clothes.

- Now don't you look sweet.

I'm Ruby.

Don't piss me off.

- I'm next.

- Back off, airhead.

I don't like you.

I'm Scratch.

- I believe we've met before.

- Why you little...

- [Mike] Adrian, you're next.

- Prisoner 536, also
known as Adrian.

Sentenced to three years
for killing my parents.

Sentence extended to
12 for killing small

green things belonging
to Warden Exene.

- Cute.

Squeeker.

Come on.

- Everyone calls me Squeeker.

I don't belong here, I didn't
do anything, really I--

- Do it, Squeeker.

- Do I have to?

- Now get this
straight here and now.

When the warden and her bulldogs

aren't around, I run this block.

My friends here call me Mike.

But you needn't bother because

I can tell you're
either some high and

mighty bitch, or maybe
the warden's spy.

Two things I have no use for.

- Well my name's Taura.

And you can all kiss my ass.

- Muff alert!

Muff alert!

- Shh.

- All right ladies,
assume your positions!

Eyes front!

- What, no warm welcome?

- Marni, Ruby, take her down!

Back to your cells, move it!

You are prisoner
831, in custody of

his Sovereign's
prison ship Vehements.

Here is your first and
most important lesson.

If I say it, do it.

Understand?

- Yes sir.

- Answer affirmative.

- Affirmative!

- Any other rules or
guidelines of conduct

you must follow can be
found out quite simply.

Just break one.

Now strip and get
into your uniform,

this is not a fashion cruiser.

- Oh yeah.

- Why don't you
shake that thing?

- Shut up, slugs!

- Well it just goes to show
you style isn't totally dead.

- One more word,
sister, and you will be.

Now follow me, the
warden wants to see you.

- [Mike] Hey Muffy, give
my regards to the warden!

- [Ruby] Yeah, tell
her to drop dead.

- [Stace] Check out
those drumsticks, ladies!

- Slug!

Up against the wall!

All right babycakes, here
it is in a microchip.

I have done a lot
of time and been

through plenty of
hell to be head

trustee of this
flying scum bucket,

and I would not take
kindly to any sweet

young fish trying to
steal that away from me.

I got this from a
would-be status climber

who wanted to play warden's pet.

Her head is in my closet.

Do I make myself clear?

Answer affirmative!

- Affirmative.

- Follow me.

Here's your shortbread
pop-tart, as requested.

- The ex-miner?

- Can I say something?

You can keep your job
as ranking whore on this

scow, I can get by just
fine on my own, thanks.

- That'll be all, Muffin.

- Get the fuck outta the way.

- Hard work seems
to agree with you.

You're very firm.

You'll be very busy here.

You'll get firmer.

- I'm thrilled.

- What was that?

We have a mutual
friend, you and I.

He's not so handy anymore.

- Bantor?

- Yes, he's very much alive.

Sloppy workmanship on
your part I'm afraid.

Bet you'd like to get
out and finish the job.

It's not unusual for
a model prisoner.

Who pleases her superiors.

- And I bet that takes a
lot of pleasing doesn't it?

- Oh yeah, a whole
lot of pleasing.

Why don't you think about it?

In the meantime...

You better rest and
have a good meal.

Follow the stench.

I'll be seeing you.

- [Staff] Attention
service androids,

cleanup on level seven.

That is all.

- Hey, out of my way!

I'm always ahead of you.

- Sure, go right ahead.

- Easy, buddy.

Here, you can have this one.

- No way.

- Take it!

- I'll just wolf
that right down.

- This is yesterday's slop.

- Yesterday's was purple.

- I got you now, Ruby.

- Not quite, baby.

- In the event I
"accidentally" shut off

the oxygen in your cells, a mask

may drop down next to your bunk.

Normally you would
place this mask

over your nose and mouth
in order to breathe.

However, these masks
don't work either,

so just ignore
this transmission.

- Attention all
prisoners, it's time

for another episode
of The Rehab Game.

Today's profile is on
Inquisitor number 13.

The Inquisitor is a new
member to the prison ship

Vehements, but no stranger
to the world of torture.

At the tender age of
seven The Inquisitor won

the Junior Torturer's
Championship Cup for

squashing over 5,000 Dribbles
in less than one hour.

His specialties
include bone breaking,

brain baking, eye
gouging, his favorite

colors are brown and
gray, and his turnoffs

include moon surfing, the
color pink, and shaving.

Did you spot the clues
in our ongoing puzzle?

Write your answer
on a napkin and

turn it in to your
psych counselor.

I'm your host, Monty
Martian, wishing you

a fond good day and
praises to The Sovereign.

- Do we have to watch
this while we're eating?

- Aw come on, they
stage a show like this

every time the warden
gets a new inquisitor.

Hey Marni, they catch you
on to that plate gag yet?

- Nah.

They're stupid.

Been grinding it down
every chance I get.

It's getting real sharp.

- K.K. said someone
made an unauthorized

transmission out here today.

You don't suppose it was
about that new girl do you?

- Well I'll tell you
one thing, I do not

believe the sad sob mining crap.

She looks more like
warden's meat to me.

- Then who's spying
for the underground?

- What about Dr. Po?

- You know she's a Talian
genetic, they're only

bred to take orders from
The Sovereign's clan.

- Hey.

- What's the matter,
don't you like it?

- You don't see me
complaining do you?

- Try these.

I caught them myself.

Eat it.

- You eat it.

- Mike!

- What's the matter, Mikey?

Thought you were
queen hag around here.

- All right, cut the horseplay!

Who started this?

- Answer the warden, slugs!

- Tell me, my sweet.

Who is the guilty party here?

No need to be afraid.

I'm very lenient with
those who cooperate.

Somebody thinks this is funny?

Anybody here think it's funny?

Muffin, assemble the
prisoners to the arena.

- Follow me, ladies.

Well ladies, it
certainly did take

a long time to clean
up the mess hall.

If I would've had
my way I'd have

had you lick it up,
but I think this

is going to be much
more fun, don't you?

Now to get to the
seat of the problem.

- Cease the punishment!

When you act like an alley
cat, I'll treat you as such.

Is that what you want?

Muffin, announce our special
entertainment for this evening.

- Ladies, and I use the
term ever so loosely,

members of his
Sovereign's prison ship.

We are proud to have
with us the winner

of the Triad Galaxy
Heavyweight Championship,

and star of his own
Saturday morning children's

television series,
"Vicious" Hunk Hardegen!

- Silence!

I'd like to congratulate
you both personally,

but unfortunately I have
a call from The Sovereign.

Muffin, show the
champions to their rooms.

- [Mike] Cozy isn't it?

- Yeah, this is real nice.

- Hey, it looks like they
cleaned this place up.

You...

You had some pretty
good moves there.

- I was just lucky, that's all.

- For a while I
thought that thing

was gonna bite my head off.

- Greetings, Warden Exene.

- Katal and praises,
your Sovereign.

Your thoughts and
my duty are one.

- The nature of this meeting is

for a request, not a command.

This is Marai, my consultant
and personal confidant.

- Warden.

- Tell me, Exene, what is your

capacity status at this moment?

- Very light.

We just sold 50
little trollops to

the red light moon
of the Vicandor.

- You paid the standard
duty of course.

- The Sovereign is the
first to share in my spoils.

Always.

- Your loyalty will
not go unrewarded.

In the meantime, your ship will

provide respite for
my special staff.

You know Magistrate Bantor.

- I heard he stuck
his hand in a hole

somewhere where
it didn't belong.

- That accident has left
him completely unhinged.

Even in the simplest
affairs he leaves

a trail of blood and disaster.

- Sounds like my kind of guy.

- It's not as bad as that.

His mind comes and goes.

He's a good soldier, but
he has taken too much.

- And that's putting it lightly.

His totally
unnecessary massacre on

Koda Six has increased
sympathy with the underground.

- That we cannot have.

- Yes.

- I prefer that he keeps
his hands out of things.

- One of them anyway.

- It shall be done.

- A Talian doctor was
transferred to you.

To develop new
anti-dissension techniques.

- She's working on
a brain immobilizer,

but we've yet to
see any results.

- A moment lost is a moment
gained for the opposition.

I expect a successful report
by our next communication.

- I'll have her working
double time, I can assure you.

And happy day before
your birthday.

- Well thank you, Exene.

That's very nice.

- Did you hear something?

- No, what is it?

- I don't know, it sounded kinda

like eek eek, but
I can't be sure.

- Oh shit.

- What do you mean oh shit?

- Jagger rats.

K.K. has one in a cage under her

bed, they're nasty
little suckers.

You still hear it?

- No.

- Well let's just hope it's
looking for the warden.

The one that K.K. has will chop

up glass if you put blood on it.

And if that thing
gets on your head...

It'll chomp right
through to your skull.

You okay?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Well did you get it?

- It's highly unlikely.

- Look, now they
have a neck that's

like a piece of
chalk, so if you can

just grab it and
give it a good twist.

- Oh yeah, I'll just
grab it by the neck.

No problem.

- Kill it, Taura, kill it!

Ew, God.

- Die, you little
son of a bitch!

- [Staff] Attention,
tonight's movie

is Jailhouse Rocket starring

Severn Colt, the Manujian Elvis.

Showtime's at 1600
hours, that is all.

- Okay scumbag, let's
see you do it again.

- On the count of three.

- One, two, three.

- A week's worth of smokes,
come on, fork it over.

- Three out of five.

- Quiet down, you beasts.

Today's party is in honor
of The Sovereign's birthday.

So show some respect.

Long live The Sovereign.

- And his hemorrhoids too.

- Ugh, you humans are hopeless.

- Hey, just in
time for the party.

- Mike!

- What's going on here?

- The Sovereign's celebrating
another batch of wrinkles.

- Hey K.K., Taura here
killed your best friend.

- Then you need a drink.

- How was solitary?

- Same.

- What's this stuff
made out of anyhow?

- 85% alcohol.

I made it myself.

- What's the other 15%?

- Coolant from the generator.

- Hey Squeeker, come here and
have another blast with me.

- You guys always make this
stuff too strong for me.

- Does she always
whine like that?

- Lay off, she's okay.

She's my sister.

- She's right, you know.

Nothing's worse than
Scratch's rat juice.

- Vacationing from
your slime pit, Bantor?

- Well well, my little miner.

How do you like it
here in the can?

- How do you like
being a can opener?

- Officially I'm here just as an

observer, but just
give me an excuse.

- Hey lefty, why don't
you go stick your finger

in a light socket and
short your brains out.

- Drink up!

Drink up, little angels!

Hell has just come
to your party!

- [Director] Marker.

Action!

- On the occasion
of his birthday,

our most royal Sovereign
wishes to address

the inmates of the
prison ship Vehements.

- It gives me deep
pleasure to speak

to you ladies on this
very special day.

The concerns of you, my
subjects, are always on my mind.

I understand your
warden, the gracious

and compassionate
Exene, that she is

breaking new grounds
in rehabilitation.

I commend your work
with new skills.

The arts, music, and I
know that someday you

will return to the empire
with this knowledge

to become a productive
member of society.

And remember, it's
your universe.

Keep it clean.

Are we off the air?

- [Director] Yes sir.

- Good.

That oughta take care
of the little bastards.

- Goody, I need a drink.

- The ultimate in lobotomy.

It quickly immobilizes
mental resistance without

reducing any of the
patient's motor responses.

That's it.

- Excellent, doctor.

I shall report your success to
The Sovereign this instance.

Bantor.

- No, you go ahead.

I'm gonna hang around here.

Give The Sovereign my regards.

- As you wish.

- I want that bitch
with the headband.

After curfew, bring her here.

Krago, I want you to concentrate

your talents on the other girls.

Something underhanded and nasty.

- I like that.

- What about the miner?

- I'll save her for last.

Let's go.

I enjoyed your
experiment, doctor.

I want you to repeat
it for me tonight.

- [Staff] Attention, the
time is now 1900 hours.

All prisoners must
be in their cells.

Lights must be out
in all cellblocks.

Attention, Androids
Howard, Fine, and Howard.

Report to the service depot
for your bi-annual lube job.

That is all.

- Put her on the table.

- After this she'll do
anything I say won't she?

- Anything for anyone bearing
The Sovereign's insignia.

Now go, I've got work to do.

- Bantor said to
stay and see it done.

- You had your
demonstration earlier.

I'll call you when I'm ready.

Go.

- Pst.

Hey soldier.

- The Sovereign no longer
trusts my judgment.

But he can't see
with his own eyes.

The air is thick with
devils and disloyalty.

We must purge ourselves, Krago.

Sorry.

There are demons all around us.

And they take the form of women.

- Master.

- Demons.

Demons!

Devils.

Yes.

Out!

Out.

Out.

Out.

- It is good to see
you repent, Bantor.

I was beginning to think
you were going mad.

- No, not me.

No.

- I've come for the crystals.

You said all I had to
do was ask for them.

- No!

Demons!

No!

- Any news yet?

- Rumor has it she went to the
lab and hasn't come out yet.

- Shit.

Can we get in there?

- Well I'm sure
as hell gonna try.

- Keep that wicked
plate of yours coming.

I feel trouble's coming today.

- Good, I'm just
itching to cut somebody.

- How is he?

- He's worse.

He's babbling.

- If he goes too far this time

The Sovereign will have
our skins as well as his.

Better hold off on
your little tricks.

- Oh it's too late.

It's starting now.

- Ouch!

Okay, which one of you jokers
put this tack in my chair?

- Something goofy's
going on around here.

- Ow.

- By the way, who
does your hair?

- Is it true, have they
taken her to the lab?

- I don't know, Squeeker.

Just be cool.

She'll be all right.

- But what if they
experiment on her?

Suppose she's taken
to The Inquisitor.

- Suppose they just took
a stroll in the park.

- Shut your mouth.

- Or I'll shut it for you.

- Mike!

Mike, it's me Squeeker!

Say something!

- Squeeker, sit down!

Did Bantor order this?

Nobody acts on this ship
without my authorization.

Find the son of a bitch!

- Stand up, slug!

We found this under
your bunk, sweetheart.

- But I sleep on the top bunk!

- Take her to the hole!

- No!

Wait a minute, I
didn't do anything!

It wasn't mine, honest!

Mike help me, do something!

- Aww, poor thing.

- Who set her up, Muffin?

Was it you?

- Shut your mouth or
you'll go in with her!

- You think you
can take me there?

- You're damn right,
you little bitch.

Your head in my closet.

- How about my fist
in your face, bitch!

- Well I see they didn't remove

enough of your brain,
your mouth still

seems to be getting
your ass into trouble.

- Where is he?

- I still cannot find him.

Lord Bantor has disappeared.

- I'll give him 10
minutes to undisappear.

Then I contact The Sovereign.

That'll teach him.

That'll show him.

I'll get him for this.

- It's time somebody
cut you down

to size, you scum-sucking dyke!

- You just try it, cyclops.

- Slash her down!

Get her, get her!

- Come on Mike, cut
her other eyeball out!

- Oh shit.

Woohoo!

Woo!

- All right, all right!

- Don't ever pull that zombie
crap on me again, okay?

- Okay, so I waited a little
longer than was necessary.

- Are we gonna stand
around and chat or what?

- She's right, this is a
big ship to get through.

Doctor Po is with
the underground,

she'll guide us to
Koda Six, she's making

a gas bomb in the lab right now.

- No, there's no time for
that, I'll go get her myself.

Look, we're gonna
need some guns,

so we'll hit the
weapons block first.

Adrian and Marni, go in your

cell and get out the Jagger rat.

We'll meet the rest
of you in the armory.

Okay, where do we go
and how do we get there?

- There are two of Bantor's
shuttles on the bottom level.

They're not so well equipped,
but they fly like lightning.

- What do we do about
the girls in solitary?

- Oh forget them, let's just
get the hell off the ship.

- But they're our friends!

- Okay look, first chance
you get, spring 'em.

- Sounds good.

- Okay, and clean yourself
up, you look like garbage.

- You don't smell
like roses yourself.

- Doctor Po I presume?

Going somewhere,
my little demon?

My friend The Inquisitor
would like to talk to you.

- Crazy space bitches.

Grrrrr!

- Wake up!

Wake up!

The prisoners are escaping!

- It's unfortunate you tried
to help the prisoners escape.

Consequences are, to say
the least, very severe.

- Okay, it's all clear.

Grab that rat.

Follow me.

I know just what
to do with that.

- [Mouse Robot] Hey, watch
where you're stepping!

- Come on, it's time to go!

Dr. Po?

Dr. Po?

Freeze, handsome.

Thought somebody would've
done away with you by now.

- You'll find me very
difficult to kill.

- It's about time somebody took

the garbage out of this galaxy.

- Looks like we have
a mutiny aboard.

Better take care of it.

- With pleasure.

- You're so pretty.

You could've been my pet.

Too bad it had to end this way.

- [Staff] Attention
Androids Will and Penny.

Two prisoners spotted
on cellblock H.

Report immediately, that is all.

- Is it okay?

Is the coast clear?

- Shh.

Shh!

- Oh lady, come out come
out wherever you are.

I'm not mad.

Really.

I just got a little
headache, that's all.

Taura.

- I got you now, you
little demon bitch.

- You stupid idiot!

Do I look like a prisoner?

Do I?

Damn ugly twit,
where have you been?

- Preparing for battle.

To fight the unholy war.

- You better be ready
for more than that!

Jerk off!

- [Bantor] Garth, over here.

- Get lost, shorty.

- I want your hand.

- You want it?

Come and get it!

- I'll get you later.

- [Staff] Attention.

10,000 crystals and
a vacation fun pack

for the Vega Star
will be awarded

for the recapture
of any prisoners.

Good luck, that is all.

- Be still, the
guards are everywhere.

- Then why did you make us
stop, they're gonna catch us.

- If you don't shut your mouth--

- Look, I'm not gonna
let them catch me,

they've been beating
me up all day,

I'm not gonna let them catch me.

- Squeeker, just
keep your cool okay?

We are going to steal
Bantor's shuttles,

then we make like whores
and blow this joint.

- It's not gonna work!

It's not gonna work!

- You and you follow me.

To hell with it.

I can take this guy.

- Kill him!

- All right, let's
get this heap going.

- Here's where these
space sluts get theirs.

Shit.

- All right girls, let's
get the hell out of here.

- We're not gonna make it!

They're right behind us!

I swear they're right behind us!

- Squeeker.

Man the gun.

- [Stace] Four streakhead
fighters spotted at .30.

- [Taura]
this, you ugly prunehead.

- I wanna work this gun.

- No, I'm using it.

- I wanna work this gun!

- I'm using it!

Leave me alone!

- Ow, stop it!

- Get your hands off--

- [Mike] Cut that
crap out, you two.

- All right, it's gonna
be one hell of a ride.

- [Stace] You've got an
android fighter creeping up.

- [Taura] This bud's
for you, Mr. Inquisitor.

- Oh no!

- Time to die, Taura.

Fire, damn you, fire!

Bitches.

Demon bitches!

- [Taura] Sounds like Bantor's

having trouble with
our little pet.

- I'll kill you.

You can't kill me.

I'm Bantor, I can't be killed.

- [Stace] Look out, he's loose!

- The key to his own asylum.

Bantor.

- Demon.

Demon!

Demon!

- Looks like we made it, girls.

- I knew we were gonna make it.

- Last one off this
shuttle buys the beer.

- Beer?

I want a man!

- I was right.

That was one hell of a ride.