Fire torpedoes.

Reload. Do it now.

We could refill our tanks.

Paxton will need two minutes to power up the array before he can fire.

And in a traditional American funeral, a dead body is covered with fillers and cosmetics to make it look alive.

And so here I introduce something, the set of rivers of a plane filling curve.

It was called Kodak No. 1.

And so everyone lined up, all the smackheads in a row, and the guy whose birthday it was filled up the fit, and he went down and started injecting people.

Reload!

Load! Load!

Armed.

Looks like you're loading guns that I know for a fact were already loaded.

I press this up?

Reload!

And him a new guest and wanting to stay!

He uses tiny bottles, the glass is tinted, he tops the olive oil off with an inert gas.

It was just a harmless tranquilizer.

Charge!

Load.

It came packed in liquid boron in a suspended gravity.

Charge weapons.

Reloading!

Keep setting the charges.

Cable loaded Master.

Roger that, Colonel. Sidewinder missiles armed.

It's loaded.

Give me your sidearm.

Hot enough to liquefy this endoskeleton.

This weed killer does not harm human beings.

It started in Japan.

I took vicodin and does not make drivers under the influence.

Coffee once roasted is a fresh, living food, and loses its vitality, and dies in about a week.

Oh, my God. It's a radio.

I loaded 'em.

When the bullet hits the first lens will deform

Green chemistry is chemistry in water.

It's a fingerprint salve. Invisible until it's pressed on paper.

No alarm.

Walkie Talkie?

Thanks.

This is a listening pick me up

Can I have a radio put in over there? Man needs a radio, soldier.

Man needs a radio.

It did have its moments.

The dialysis machine will mix the antidote with your blood.