Quit kicking the puppies, Iverson!
Hunk just can not resist The Science.
Hunk's sniffer device leads them to the caves.
Hunk is ready to vomit. Aim for Lance's hair and you will be even.
Sorry if I use you as a shield, sir
Sorry but I'm using you as a shield again, sir
Hunk has doubts. Many, many doubts.
He would butt heads but Pidge is just so tiny...
Hunk is self-conscious about his size. Don't worry pal; One size fits all! I mean, look at Zarkon! He's bigger than you and he still squeezed himself into the same uniform that Shiro's butt occupies.
Hunk's bayard manifests as a giant gun cannon.
It is a lot to process, man.
With all of this technology and the zipline has a freaking weight limit? What the crap, Coran?
Where's a simple escalator when you need one?
♪Everybody was food goo fighting…♪
♪Their moves were fast as lightning~♪
♪In fact it was a little bit frightening♪
♪But they fought with expert timing♪
I think we have a winner for the next Space Chef!
Arusians are like cats, feed them and they're all over you.
You'd think a foodie like Hunk would've tried and liked bugs before.
He has a way with the natives anywhere it seems.
"Hunk, engage Rampage Protocols! Leave no survivors!" Coran's brand of training brings out the psychopath in everyone, it seems.
"Your brother's kind of an ass, Shay. Just sayin'."
They were not prepared for Ludicrous Speed.
"You guys having a clock party?"
"She's not my girlfriend! She's just a rock that I met and I admire very much."
"Back up. No passing until I get Norman Reedus's autograph."
Man, someone's grumpy without their caffeine fix.
The Team listening to Hunk's I Told You So spiel.
Hunk's response to fat jokes.
At that moment, all hell broke loose!
If he gets this goofy over a Balmera, imagine what he's like with babies.
Since when has ANYONE fed a crew from a hose? Not even the US military is that cruel. The guards at Guantanamo Bay are another story.
Engineering student from a military school. One would think he'd have learned to NOT point the barrel of anything at his head.
"Game over, man. Game over!"
Blame it on Lance? Blame it on Lance.
Team Voltron, initiate Derp Face maneuver!
There’s no stopping the Nerd train, Lance. Save yourself!
"Is that Kool-Aid? Looks like Kool-Aid."
You know you’re bad when HUNK calls you out on it.
"Guys, I‘m all for pizza but the commute today is killing me."
Hi. I’m here to fix the stupid af decision you made.
“Don’t thank me or anything!”
Which one is the real one - Hunk, your gun has a multi-fire setting. Shoot them all!