Crichton comes to a skidding halt at the door to the galley, and resumes his surfer stylings as he says, "Hey, duuude, how's it hanging, man?" Rygel is enjoying another meal, and quietly thanks Crichton for his concern. Crichton takes a seat and eyes the spread Rygel's prepared. He coos, "Oh, munchies. Good idea, man. Don't eat so much, though. You'll Belushi out, cat." Rygel reminds Crichton that he has three stomachs, and turns for the door. Crichton stops him and asks if the food doesn't taste good anymore. Rygel laughs fakely and again tries to leave. This time Crichton stops him more forcefully. Rygel instantly begins pleading, "Please don't tell them!" Crichton loses his surfer accent and tells him to hush while Rygel goes on moaning, "I like my eyeballs where they are!" Aw. Crichton races away and closes the door, and then reassures him, "You, me and Pilot -- we're the only ones who aren't Nebari puppets." Rygel glares at Crichton and ferociously declares, "I'm nobody's puppet!" Hee. On the other hand, he's not eager to piss off the Nebari. Crichton growls, "Buckwheat, I need your help." Rygel lowers his eyebrows sadly, and then the door opens and Milac enters, asking, "Exactly what do you want the Hynerian to help you do, Crichton?" Milac's got good ears. Rygel coos that he's glad to see Milac and quickly announces that Crichton's mind-cleansing didn't take. Crichton punches Rygel in the face, knocking him out. Serves him right, the little jerk. Milac eyes Crichton and smirks, "Obviously not."
Episode Report CardStrega: B | 824 USERS: B-
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