I got the battlecrabs from a lovely Psi-Cop once.

Except for comets!

[moved]

I was the Blake of chaos.  First prize is your race dominates it's neighbors.  Second prize is a set of spoo knives.  Third prize is you pilot one of our ships.

Incidentally, "a small matter; hardly worth mentioning" is what we said about Justin's penis around the office.

Mollari was remarkably naive here.  Thinking he could just toss us aside after he'd gotten what he wanted, being surprised that I had working relationships with other Centauri, not questioning our interest in that colony world…I'd come to expect more from the ambassador.  Ah well, at least our program on Earth was…

Of course!  My associates are quite…skilled…at those.

You have no idea how often I asked them for that.

Dear Savage Dik,

Lou Reed's Metal Machine Music for long trips though hyperspace.

They never listen.  Makes me nervous.

My…associates…should have had you speak for them rather than Justin.  That doddering drunk didn't do us any favors.

@avclub-0ae7484a9f3bbd2a21df420050c032ae:disqus  Well, if it gets me more work…

Welcome back Sirtis!  What do you want?

Whoooo are you?  Who who?  Who who?

Now there's a familiar face!

Better than being touched by an angel.  I mean, did you see that guy?

Oh, so you've seen my highschool yearbook!

Other than the unnecessary swipe at my handsome visage, excellent points by @avclub-0ae7484a9f3bbd2a21df420050c032ae:disqus and @avclub-a1967e6de4ca99fb2635d94b99453928:disqus .  We see the Vorlons represented by Jack the Ripper, Roger Daltrey, and a creepy-looking "angel" who is still only showing people what he…

Faceless functionary?!?  You're on my list, bible guy.