Take Off With T. Bag Episode 8: Bin Bag

The co-ordinates stop the saucer in the middle of deep space where Tow-Ling finds a little creature that only eats metal objects, Tow-Ling calls the creature Nibbles. When the saucer is swallowed by a much larger ship Tow-Ling gets caught by the commander of the ship, Bin Bag. Nibbles rescues him but runs off so Bin Bag with T-Bag, T-Shirt and Tow-Ling must catch it before it eats the whole ship!
The High-T Website synopsis

A parking meteor

Tow-Ling: Something tells me we’re not in Kansas anymore Nibbles.
T-Bag: Oh great, great, you can’t park in space for five minutes without getting your spaceship towed away.
T-Shirt: Perhaps we should have left it on a parking meteor.

Series 103

T. Shirt: Hey, look at this, 5th of March 2086, I must just see the telly page. I thought so, Tuesday five past four, T. Bag and the Revenge of the golden cupcakes from planet Zog, series 103 of this long running popular children's comedy.
T. Bag: Give me that
T. Shirt: Trash Zapper?
T. Bag: Yes and if your head was big enough to fit into the trash zapper, I'd have that zapped into space too.

Snivelling little snotty faced stowaway

Bin Bag: Snivelling little snotty faced stowaway, that's all I need.
Tow-Ling: No, you've got it all wrong, I'm not a stowaway.
Bin Bag: Can it will you? You can sweat it out in here 'til we get to Zanussi.
Tow-Ling: Look, all I need to do is to borrow your ship's computer to check out some co-ordinates.
Bin Bag: Huh, what is it with you gimpoid? You've been in a time warp for the last fifty years or what?
Tow-Ling: I don't understand.

Added: 06/06/2015

Keep the volume down Shirtface

T-Shirt: We should have taken the corridor back there. We're going completely the wrong way.
T-Bag: Ohhh, keep the volume down Shirtface, I know exactly where I'm going. Oh.

Added: 04/04/2017

The great virus of 33

Bin Bag: Computer’s huh, all the computers were wiped out in the great virus of 33.
Tow-Ling: No computers, I can’t believe it!
Bin Bag: Believe it buddy.
Tow-Ling: It can’t be.
Bin Bag: You really are out of it, aren’t you?
Tow-Ling: But how can you get by without word processors and calculators and stuff?
Bin Bag: Paper and pen old palski, paper and pen.
Tow-Ling: So that explains the boxes of paper clips, that are needed for all the extra paperwork.
Bin Bag: Give that boy a Berusian purple coconut.
Tow-Ling: And don’t tell me, this is a salvage vessel collecting up old space junk and recycling it into paperclips.
Bin Bag: You hit the nail right on the head boy chick, go to the top of the universe.

Added: 04/04/2015

Tiny Questionette

T-Shirt: Just around this next corner, and see, told you, we’re back.
T-Bag: Just one incy-wincy tiny questionette to put to you.
T-Shirt: Fire away.
T-Bag: Where’s my flipping flaming flying saucer?
T-Shirt: Ah, it’s gone!

It's a blurt!

T-Bag: Hold it right there you hooligan.
Bin Bag: What the?!
T-Bag: One scratch on our lovely flying saucer and it's your no-claims bonus up the spout matey.
Bin Bag: What is this? Inter-planetary stow-a-way day or what? Where on Tharg-minor did you two spring from?
T-Shirt: That's our spaceship and we want it back.
Bin Bag: Dream on Nudnik, any metallic debris abandoned in sector 349 immediately becomes the sole property of the Federation Star Trek division. And I have a license to prove it.
T-Bag: And I have a fist to prove you're talking out of your ejector seat.
Bin Bag: Okay lazer lips you're coming with me.
T-Bag: Oh back off you scrap sap.
T-Shirt: Ladies, ladies, please.
Bin Bag: Flipping great nazuggs, it's a blurt!
T-Shirt: Nibbles.
T-Bag: Oh, as I was saying, as I was saying.
(Bin-Bag chases after Nibbles and T-Bag and T-Shirt follow her to continue their conversation)
T-Bag: Oi, are you listening to me?
Bin Bag: Did you see it?
T-Bag: What?
Bin Bag: Did you see it?
T-Shirt: You mean nibbles?
Bin Bag: I mean, the Cambodian Quazzuck. Only the most malevolent little parasite in the whole steaming galaxy.
T-Shirt: What that thing? Nah.
Bin Bag: Listen up, that metal munching monster is going to work it's way round this ship nibbling on every nut, bolting down every bracket and gorging itself on every girder, steel-door and copper-plated pipe.
T-Bag: Oh fascinating I'm sure but listen...
Bin Bag: You don't seem to be tuning into my wavelength popsicle. When that lead-loving leach has finished off the cargo, it's going to start on the bulkhead, it has to bite it's way through the outer wall of the ship and we're all going to be blown into the outer limits, next stop Infinity City. I just don't get it, what suicidal spongehead would bring a creature like that onboard?
Tow-Ling: Hi everyone, anybody here seen Nibbles?

Added: 04/04/2013