we go with 'rescue'....
they killed cally!... we're stuck on this savage planet with no
i'm dorian! want a lift? ok, but no funny business....
carries them off to dorian's pad....
is my bird soolin (slurp slurp missed ya babe - i missed you too...)
yes thanks dorian, i'd love a drink - just a small one for me.
a bit fit isn't she avon... rather! don't fancy yours much though
a load of fetish clothing if you want to get changed avon - look,
i found you a whip!
see you've fixed orac - that's impressive for a man of your age.
and you look a bit thick.
didn't the name tell you i'm a straight lift from oscar wilde? i'm
really 300 years old. right, everyone into the basement - i'm going
to feed you to the monster that keeps me young! even you soolin,
you're pathetic in bed anyway.
did you want this old gun for anything? oh blimey! dorian's dead....
and look, he really was old, whereas the monster is quite a cutie.
here we four (plus orac) are again - we'll have to get a ship, and
2 more bodies so we can still call it 'blakes seven' (even though
blake stomped off ages ago) no time this week though - we'll have
to pack a lot in next episode to sort out the loose ends. maybe
that fit bird could replace cally, and we could always push it by
having another loveable computer. we could even get one of the existing
actors to dub it at no extra charge! (avon smiles wryly)