Disclaimer: Umm...this is Farscape...if you don't get it, lol...and guess what? I didn't make it up, so...it's not mine. Surprised? I'll bet you are...

A/N: Thought made me write this...and I was deprived of sleep so...have fun...

"You suck."

"Do I?"

"Yes, yes you do."

"Hmm."

"Like...really bad."

"Are you trying to lower my self esteem, John?"

"Yeeeeeeeesss...."

"I think you're UGLY."

"Oh...ouch...that one hurt..."

"I hope it did."

"Shut up, D'Argo."

"Now, play nice, children."

"Shut up Zhaan."

"Chrichton, I think YOU should shut—"

"Shut up Rygel."

"Yeah, Rygel, shut up!"

"Chiana?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Moya has detected some kind of destruction type thing flying at top speed toward us."

"SHUT UP! Hey...hey...don't whisper over there...HEY! Don't push me! OW! No...no...not D'Argo's quarters!!! AHHHHH!!! Damn you........"

"No one likes me, Harvey."

"Nope."

"I think that I'll die on this ship."

"Yup."

"Are you happy in your dumpster?"

"Nope."

"Good."

"Yup."

"Oooooh...look...stuff to distroy...."

"DON'T touch that...or that...or that...or...oh, you can touch that...no...not that...John...."

"Ooops. Did it break, D'Argo?"

"Why can't we put him in his own cell?"

"Because...it's funnier this way."

"Frell you, Stark."

"I thought it was because we wanted John to break that shiny thing so we didn't have to have D'Argo get mad at us? Stop looking at me like that you pathetic Luxan! Ow!! Not the FEET!!!!"

"Hmmm...crunchy, yet...edible..."

"John, stop EATING THAT!!!"

"But...wry? munch munch

"Oh...look...the destruction thing. It's here now. It demands that we give them someone to sacrifice."

"But WHY, Pilot?"

"I dunno...just because?"

"I say John."

"Yeah...John."

"Me? Awe, how thoughtful of you ALL! Good thing I brought my handy dandy get out of sacrificial situations green slime container!! DA DA DA DA!!!!"

"He's ill."

"No doubt."

"Perfect sacrificial person."

"Yup."

"Damn it."

"What is it Pilot?"

"It was a friendly ship...they want to give us Chrichton clones...."

"Oh."

"Frell."

"They can be our SLAVES!!!"

"YAY! MY OWN CLONE SLAVE!"

"But they only have pink left."

"Oh, crap. You sure there's no blue?"

"Positive."

"Hmm."

"Can we murder them?"

"Yup."

"YAY!"

"Can we eat them?"

"......"

"YAY!"

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