-: Shields up, red alert!
Beckett: Alright, look alive, people!
We need to get to the engine room
and disable the defenses! -: Quiet!
I've got a safer plan.
-: No, you don't cut off my bad-ass plan!
-: We'll embed an away team disguised as miners.
-: Dude, you're clearly Starfleet.
-: Uh, no, I'm a miner with a heart of gold!
-: Mind if I give her a whirl?
-: Of course!
Just don't send us to the Delta Quadrant.
-: I'm grateful to have a ship
and a crew I trust with my life.
-: Don't move.
(monster roars) Both: Aah!
Boimler: There's no guarantee we're
going to get out of this. -: Brace for impact!
Boimler: But we're not dead yet!
-: You can't go in there, the radiation!
-: Ow! Hot!
Boimler: So how about we go in and kick some ass?
(dramatic music)
-: Ha, we lost him! Never doubt me.
(both screaming)
(car splashes) (lake bubbles)
(dramatic music sting)
(Boimler vomits)
-: I barfed up bubble bath.
-: Yeah, I was there, thank you for the update.