"Is there anything that can be done?"
"I'm sorry, Professor. There's nothing we can do. There's too
much damage. We're losing him."
"My poor, poor son."
"Gaz! Gaz, it works! It finally works!"
"If I lose this
level because of your screeching, you will eat through a tube for the rest of your life."
Brushing off her threat, Dib
ran outside to the ship. He leapt into the cockpit, and placed his hand on the power scanner. The machine scanned his palm,
"Species: Human. Access: Deni- Approved."
"I thought so." Dib said. He had dismantled the species filter.
It was programmed not to let anyone in but Irkens, but he had fixed that.
"Destination?" The computer prompted.
Uhhh Not located."
"Europe. The site of the most recent crop circle."
"Coordinates set." The ship rose into the sky,
and flew off into the setting sun.
Abort! Abort! Location DISENGAGE!
"Do they know what happened?"
say he built himself a ship."
"Yeah. He crashed it, somewhere in New Jersey.
Weirdest thing though…the ship…"
This is MY ship, Human FILTH!
nothing wrong with it."
Yesh. Uh, I have no idea where they live… Either Southern Ohio, (Signal trace,
Backseat Drivers from Beyond the Stars.) Or Missourri (The Wettening, target zooming in on Dib.)
Maybe Los Angelos.
That's where They went to work on the show.