Ferocious Planet Page #3

wait a minute.

If we're in

a parallel dimension,

then how come

we can still breathe?

Well, the dimension

we were viewing

before the machine...

malfunctioned

was chosen for

its similarities

to our own.

Looks like

we were correct.

Well, at least you

got one thing right.

I'm one of

the smartest people

on the planet.

I'll figure this out.

Well, we should

take this opportunity

to explore.

We may never get

this chance again.

Bad idea.

We don't know

what's out there.

The rules of our

dimension might not

even apply here.

For all we know,

there might be 20

more of those things

waiting for us

out there.

All the reason

to do some recon.

If there are more things

out there like this,

I need to know.

Very heroic,

Colonel.

But very stupid.

It's called

self-preservation, Doc.

Well, it's your neck.

But don't say

I didn't warn you.

FAST:
I'm going

with you, Colonel.

The President will

want a full report,

and I'm gonna make sure

I give it to him.

Fine.

You two--

Beavis, Butt-head--

get these bodies

into the storage room

down the hall.

Lieutenant,

we take off in five.

Copy that.

Miraculous.

Looks like the building

slid down.

Our earthquake.

All right,

we'll head toward

those trees

and circle around.

Stay sharp.

I don't think

you're gonna get

much reception here.

I'm using the camera.

We'll need documentation

to take back with us.

No one is going

to believe this.

Remarkable.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say this is a giant

Amanita muscaria.

Better known as mushroom.

Did I fail to mention

the ground rules?

Take your hands

off me, Colonel.

We stick together.

You do not wander off.

I've already lost

a lot of people today,

and I don't intend

to lose any more.

Understood?

Understood.

REID:
Colonel?

How the hell

did that happen?

Is that one of

the meters from

in front of the building?

Must've got caught

in the force of

the explosion.

Gotten sucked in.

Is it safe?

I think so.

Unless you've

illegally parked.

Private.

Leave it.

Don't worry.

I won't turn you in.

But if we find

a bar out here,

you've got to buy me

a stiff drink.

Port 1, nominal.

Port 2, nominal.

Port 3 at plus-34.

[Beeping]

Port 3 at plus-36.

[Whining]

[Whining stops]

Port 3, nominal.

Looks like

the exchange

coupler's fried.

Can you fix it?

It'll take more than

a whack on the side.

But, yeah, I can.

Help me pull it out.

[Beeps]

I need you

to stay focused.

I'm sorry. I'm okay.

It's just--

Well, you know

how I get.

How did this

happen?

This is the only

possible explanation.

But that's--

Hold on, wait.

You forgot...

How did I miss that?

It still

doesn't explain--

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