[Transcribed by E`os (trees@sirius.com) -- Sep 6th 1998]

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Smoor: "On your stomach please."

Feppo: "I called him the 'task master'."
       "The 'pipe-fitter'."
       "The 'pump'.  An insatiable mute who redefined perpetual motion."

Smoor: "Tell me, who is your all-time favorite Feppo?"

Feppo: "Oh Smoor, I'm getting all misty eyed."

Smoor: "Stanley! Stanley Tweedle."

Feppo: "His squeal, will I ever again experience such beautiful music?"


Feppo: "This is sub com Feppo.  Astral B sector 245 command.  Tell us 
       where you are Stanley Tweedle and we'll come and say hello."

Stan: "I'm transmitting my coordinates.  Can't you tell where I am by 
      signal, sub com Feppo?"

Feppo: "Your direct signal is too weak.  We are re-constructing 
       reflections."

Stan: "How do I know your the real thing?"

Feppo: "Who else would be way out here scanning low power signals?"

Stan: "Mercenaries."

Feppo: "Suffocation is not exactly a nice way to die.  Tell me Stanley, 
       how often do ships normally pass this way?  And aren't we both
       transmitting on an encrypted stream?  I didn't know any 
       mercenaries had access to."

Stan: "Ok.  I buy that."

Feppo: "Thank you Stanley Tweedle.  And Stanley...."

Stan: "Yes sub com Feppo?"

Feppo: "How do you spell sucker, sucker, sucker..."


Feppo: "Stan this is Zev.  Stan this is Zev.  There's a big celebration 
       on the cluster.  We've encountered some people, rebels, who tell 
       us His Shadow is dead.  Seems like the good guys won Stan.  Oh, 
       and they said, don't be surprised if you encounter some returning 
       refugees.  Help them out if you can.  Also, best to maintain 
       radio silence just in case.  Zev out!"


Woman: "Situation... deteriorating... quickly.  Others... all dead.  I
       estimate I only have... 40 minutes of oxygen... supply left.  How
       long... do you think... it will take you... to reach me?  Over."

Stan: "Vessle: This is captain Stanley Tweedle, commander of the Lexx.
      I... Uh, I accidentally recieved your transmission... are you in
      trouble?"

Woman: "Oh no, my signal's been... intercepted."


Woman: "I don't need your... help."

Stan: "Your running out of oxygen, correct? I've been there. Its 
      something I would not wish on my worst enemy."

Woman: "How do I know your not working for the Divine Order?"

Stan: "Sometimes you just have to go on trust."

Woman: "I don't think so.. I don't know what to believe anymore."

Stan: "Whats happening? Whats wrong?"

Woman: "...oxygen..."

Stan: "Hold on!"


Stan: "Hang on! I brought you a suit! And oxygen!"

Smoor: "'I don't know what to believe anymore...' he he he..."

Feppo: "Stannnnn-ley Tweeeee-dle.  The legend continues."


Feppo: "Well geez lady, that sounds like a really fun idea, but I'm 
       afraid there's a little snag.  You see its like this: Mr. Tweedle 
       is somewhat... indisposed.  In fact, by the time we are done with 
       his puffy pink body, it will be a lot more puffy and a lot less 
       pink.  Squeal for the people now Stanley.  Squeee-al, squeee-al."

790: "There is justice in this universe."


Creature: "Oh look Nubble Guck.  Tasty treats."

Nubble Guck: "Yum-Yum give me some."

Feppo/Smoor: "Ahhhhh-Ahhhh!" 


Feppo: "Squeal for the people now Stanley.  Squeee-al, squeee-al.  Tell 
       me, why are you smiling?"

Stan: "I'm smiling because I transmitted on your frequency on purpose.  
      I'm smiling because its dinner time!"