Oh, please! Tell me we're not risking our necks for this plant!
I wouldn't even call it a plant. It's a weed.
I wouldn't even call it a weed.
Oh, please! Tell me we're not risking our necks for this plant!
I wouldn't even call it a plant. It's a weed.
I wouldn't even call it a weed.
What's with her?
What's with her and the captain?
What's with her and that stupid plant? [Jane and Ryan glare at him] What?
All right. Why do you think we've never been able to determine a relationship between the human-sized Phantoms and the giant ones roaming the wastelands?
Excuse me Doc, but… what friggin' relationship? I mean, you got your human-sized Phantoms, a-a-and your creepy, caterpillary Phantoms, and your flying Phantoms, and let's not forget my personal favorite, the big fat giant Phantoms!
Down boy!
He's right. If you spent as much time in the field as we have, you know there is no relationship. It's like a zoo out there.
Precisely! I think the giant ones are like our whales, or elephants.
But why would an invading army bring a bunch of whales and elephants along for the ride? Unless their ship was some kind of a crazy Noah's arc.
Hmm. W-w-we have always assumed that the meteor was intended as a form of transportation. Perhaps it wasn't.
The meteor is a chunk of their planet that got thrown into space when they destroyed their world.
But how could they survive the trip across outer space on a chunk of rock?
They didn't.
Oh. This is all beginning to make a creepy kind of sense.