the weirdest made up term ever discovered even
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for such a smooth alcoholic drink. I prefer
'pocket pussy' for its descriptiveness." Sulu turned pale
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at Spock's brazen declaration. Sulu excused himself and
went to the bathroom, wherupon he busted into
his best impersonation of Captain Kirk, when he
got his trousers off he actually looked like
Spock's father. Scotty, confused by this sudden change,
decided that the be best course of action
was to bypass the warp core and go
to the dilithium matrix, where a tiny kobold
was running on a wheel chasing a bottle
(Kobolds aren't in Star Trek you daft fool)
of "Liquid Courage", something the race had been
sorely lacking in this universe, or in the
static distribution of matter between their ears. Somehow
the little kobold on the treadmill reached out
and touched someone, although the "someone" in this
instance couldn't identify the place on a doll.
The kobold also denied involvement in the warp
coil malfunction that left one Red Shirt badly
mauled and Scotty in mortal danger in the
anti-matter cooling tank next to the dilithium crystals.
Knowing the cowardly little kobold was lying, Kirk
said, "Shoot to kill, shoot to kill, men."
"My phaser is stuck on over-load," shouted Sulu.
besides that kobold promised to make me a
more literate person. Meanwhile, Ensign Rand decided to
add a Y to her name, in hopes
of luring Dr. McCoy into a clandestine meeting
between a salt vampire and a white gorilla.
Two creatures on the brink of annihilation, if...
A pepper vampire couldn't be found on Omicron
to season the gorilla for Spock's Pon-far party.
Bones had quipped, "Dammit Jim I'm a doctor
doctor not a chef! Go ask that drunk
Scotty to season that roast tribble with cream
sauce and a light red wine marinade, because
I'm too busy playing "Hide the Tricorder" with
Ensign Randy. So far I’ve hidden it in
her more than ample cleavage and I'm about
to check out some other interesting hiding places.
I'm praying I don't need a brush cutter.
Fortunately in Sick Bay depilatory creams are available.
Although the taste of them is nothing to
write back to Starfleet about. Perhaps Ensign Randy
could dribble some chocolate sauce around, so that
the acrid taste of the depilatory could be
disguised somewhat. Suddenly, Kirk burst into Sickbay. “What
the Hell is going on here? That's my
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