Mr.Roofie,aka Mr.Pez. was fighting off
from Sulu's quarters, a corpse lay half eaten
not your damn!slave now back off before
whole ship! Damn! where the hell is Spock?
pawns and will use the Tantalus Field against
him. Spock had found many things out these
strange new planets and smuggling dilithium crystalmeth across
care, hell no he's the goatee wearin devils
70's mutton chop sideburns wielding two handed swords
barbeque chips from the deli on 667th moon
watch the seven moons of Sirliis Vespusisithilis waxing
his thoughts went back to the good old
a fish you ate at strange space stations
the bad guys. He took a swig from
the Romulan Ale; sadly, it was not what
he wanted to do, getting drunk was the next
best upgrade for android wannabees like Wesley Crusher
good time to be had. He called up
Nurse Chapel. "It's time for my therapy. Get..."
the Ky jelly from my nightstand. Bones was
naked and ready by the time Chapel returned
with a drunken Mr. Scotty in tow. "Hey
those pills worrrked grrreat" Scotty grinned, gripping his
bagpipes. Amazing grace rang out as Christine opened
a gallon of absinthe, Bones laughed with glee
until the yellow alert sounded: "McCoy to bridge!"
came Spocks dry emotionless voice over the intercom
Now Scotty had Nurse Chapel all to himself.
In the bowels of USS Enterprise, a redshirt
received last rites from the chaplin before boarding
a jerry-rigged photon torpedo. "Why must you race
tribbles in the reactor core?" they mused loudly.
Pavel Chekov was on his way to sickbay
were rather exceptional in appearance. The ladies were