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D'ARGO: I will not be taken prisoner again.


ZHAAN: Pilot, does Moya know where we are?

PILOT: Yes, of course. We're....someplace else. I'll...get back to you on the specifics.


RYGEL: I am Rygel the sixteenth, Dominar to over 600 billion people. I don't have to talk to you!


ZHAAN: It's time to eat.

JOHN: Eat what?


JOHN: You fart helium!?

RYGEL: Sometimes, when I'm nervous. Or angry!


RYGEL: (barters with insect-like alien) You know you only expose your ignorance if you deny knowledge of the hernian stone. (alien hisses) Twenty barrels of fluid! There was a time when you would have been disembowelled with a dull laxian spade for half such an insult! (alien hisses again)Thirty five?


JOHN: Boy, was Spielberg ever wrong. Close encounters my ass!


AERYN: What is that? (looks at Farscape One)

JOHN: That's cutting edge technology.

AERYN: We're taking mine.


JOHN: Freeze! Don't move! Or I'll fill you full of.....little yellow bolts of light!


RYGEL: Your equipment may be worth something in trade.

JOHN: My equipment. It's mine.

RYGEL: Are you a sound sleeper? Hmmmm?


JOHN: And there's life out here Dad. Weird, amazing, psychotic life. And uh, in Technicolor.



DISCLAIMER: (Don't sue us, we're pathetic) This is so made up. We mean absolutely no offence. We all love Farscape, and the actors and crew involved in making our favourite show. This should be seen for what it is, a tribute. If by some bizarre, and frankly disturbing coincidence Mr. Browder does indeed enjoy the company of voles, then we apologise unreservedly.

Farscape and all it's subsidiary bits are owned by some other people and not us. Anything illegal we do is purely by accident and that includes the credit card scam and Bob's marijuana farm.