"Tea, Earl Grey, hot" Something whirred
- "Tea, Earl Grey, hot" Something whirred and clicked within the replicator and a fate scent of elderberries filled the room. A bowl of plomeek soup appeared, the ten raktajinos in
- working in the galley had heart failures. "Fortunately Capt.Picard, they have three, but someone knew plomeek & elderberrries causes cardiac arrest in raktajinos." Data's Sherlock
- was becoming too realistic when the android quickly became addicted to opium. LaForge had read in a book the effects of 18th-century opiates on robots, but Wesley was too hipster
- to lend a hand to the blind geek. "I have a beard contest to judge, then I'm heading to the lounge for a few nanobrews." "What's gotten into you, Wesley?" asked LaForge. Crusher
- was a Doctor not magician. She pondered this as LaForge continued to probe Wesley. Wesley had been acting queer and LaForge wanted to get to the bottom of it. LaForge
- forged ahead until he finally found what he was looking for. "Wesley how did your tricorder end up there?" Data poked his head into sick bay and told them to return to the bridge.
- On his way back to the bridge, Wesley spotted Captain Picard overseeing the construction of a new electrical generator for the Enterprise, fuelled by the corpses of dead redshirts.
- Who were these dead redshirts? Apparently they were not politically correct enough. They were casualties of the new culture wars that began under de-industrialization and the false
- Glasnost. The king is dead long live the
- 130-year-old yogurt-eating grannies of the Ukraine. Yogi smiled, knowing that his Yogurt Yurt would stay in business and he would be able to retire in style at Jellystone Park.
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- 2013-10-03 16:31:49
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- 2016-08-10 12:28:47
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