Naranti’s earrings look like dried disembodied testicles. :eek:
Noranti is like this woman that work’s in the nature grocery store near my home.
Cylon!!
Goo tube!!
“On your knees.”
Kinky.
Grayza. You wouldn’t need that sweat on the upper lip for me.
Oh Crom! I was thinking the same thing. That is a wild hivemind moment.
Sex as a weapon? What are the chances? :rolleyes:
I was also thinking they looked like some dried up California Raisins. I wonder if she can make them sing and dance again.
“Hit him again! Harder!”
There was peace, but it was pretty rough for the four-eyed goats. :eek:
The old lady is really trippy.
“D’Argo most think Luxans are inferior.”
“What do you think?”
“Don’t ask me that.”
Ouch. Not cool.
Seems to be common in this series.
D’Argo is surprisingly sensitive… for a Luxan. :rolleyes:
John’s shirt could be just a bit tighter. Just a bit. 
The priests are chanting the Farscape theme! 
Of course, if she was lying about trying to escape, she could also be lying about how long the fuel would last. :rolleyes:
Egyptians. Always Egyptians.
Scorpy is officially the Gimp.
Comander Breasts has captured Cryton.