I must be the dumbest Mutant alive. Every time you come up with a scheme, Vultureman...
Stop complaining, Slythe, and help me think of a way to prevent those blasted Thundercats from leaving for Third Earth without us.
They wouldn't do that... would they?
Well, Mutants, that all depends on how well you grovel.
[the engine can be heard starting up and the three strain against their bonds jabbering