Harry Kim was late for his duty shift yet

Harry Kim was late for his duty shift yet again. Lately he'd been spent more and more time on the Holodeck with a holo-version of Seven of Nine. Last night, she'd assimilated him
in a Klingon Blood Spa. Harry Kim had long forgotten that he was on the holo-deck and that this Seven of Nine was not real. Picard arrived and said, "Harry Kim, it's time to
go to the planet. Are you ready?" "Sure." Harry replied. "Just let me change Seven of Nine's diaper first." After he'd done so, he decided to bring the dirty diaper along to
keep him company on the trip. The disgusting diaper reminded Harry of home and had an odd calming effect on him. He gave it a generous sniff before stepping onto the space ship.
The space ship was entirely crewed by naked women. Except for one goat. The goat didnt seem to do much. In fact he began to suspect the goat had very little space flight training.
Mr. Goat had not needed much training to figure out the humans were Epsilon/Delta hybrids. He read Aldous Huxley in school. Nobody knew that, of course, and he didn't speak English
he spoke Dhibyish, a little known Albanian dialect of Goatish. Mr. Goat pranced cloven hooved among the gorse and thickets of Gjirokaster. He spoke to the parish priest
in a silly voice, he could've been a pony instead of a goat because he was A LITTLE HORSE. Mr. Goat snickered at the joke he made in his head, then things escalated,
as Mr. Goat became frisky on the escalator at Macy's, running up the down and down the up and chewing huge tears in people's coats. The manager finally had to throw the switch and
throw himself bodily at Mr. Goat. He missed entirely, went over the second story rail, and crashed into a cutlery display on the floor below.

Started: 2013-07-10 01:32:13
Finished: 2016-11-07 16:06:35

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