That last retreat was bullshit. Ship's straight fucked, pootanium reserves are gone, and now we're stuck on this giant Smurf planet full of dumbass bluerberries. "Fuctardia is paradise" my ass.

Me hate this place. The trees keep tickling my ears. And this Avatard suit smells like feta cheese.

You two idiots crashed the only escape pod! We need to find another way off this rock before the Ta'di turn us into dumbed down imbeciles.

Relax, Grace. Tommy's building a new ride out of their glowing womper trees. Should be ready in... five hours?

Almost done! Just need to hotwire this neon shroom. Hope it doesn't explode.

Warning: Local wildlife approaching. Your ship is now 87% barnacles, too.

Those aren't barnacles, Link. It's Tommy's lunch. He had to eat one of those flying rabbits and projectile shit himself.

Copy.

Uh oh… here they are.

Was that supposed to scare us?

I don't know. But, me feel better.

You pinkies crashed here again? This is our sacred land! Leave or we feed you to the thorny jungle cats!

Ew, what's all over your ship? It smells gross.

You wanna explain that one, Tom? I'm tired of covering for you.

Bro, I wasn't finished yet!

Who cares! Get in!

I'm not getting in that thing! It smells like shit…

They're escaping!

Haha, you stupid!

My ancestors! These are all my ancestors!

Filthy sky apes!

It's no use.

And don't come back!

Oh, they'll be back.