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Captain's Log. Stardate: Morning After. Picard wakes in a pool of his own vomit...
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| Urrr...Sweet Rabid Jesus, Laforge, it feels like a Klingon shat in my mouth | |
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| Worse still, Captain! Someone dropped the keys of the Enterprise down the warp core last night and we can't reach them. | |
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| Have you tried a coathanger? | |
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| Engineering's all got the DT's sir. We're shaking like Elvis's leg on the vinegar strokes . Plus we're more concerned about the foam in the shuttlebay! | |
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| Foam in the shu...Oh shit! I ordered we all have a foam party in there didn't I? | |
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| You also ordered we all "get naked and do the inter-species wild thing" as well, sir! | |
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