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| Admiral Spire, I must speak with
you! |
We're in a bit of a crisis, here,
but maybe I can - |
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| Admiral it is vital that I speak
with you now! |
In return for not declaring war
on the Federation, your ambassador promised that we would experience the
benefits to be gained from trade with your people. |
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| I know your tour was cut short, but we're in a state of emergency, here. Maybe two. Do you hear giggling? |
Gotcha!
Admiral, I sympathize, but must warn you that the envoy is short of both temper and attention span. |
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| Hi, uh, anyone here have some
charcoal they could spare? Diamonds? Sulfur? Bamboo? An obsidian knife? |
My planet is rich
in many forms of energy-storing material, that spurred our early entry into
space despite our lack of social development. |
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| Yeah, good luck with that. My, look at the orbit. Is that our position? Gotta go. |
Hey, if they ask, I took that turbolift to deck 12, okay? |
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| Did one of the 'kirk' species just pass by without hitting on either of us? |
Did ssssssssssomeone sssssssssssay 'Kirk?' Which way, pleasssssssssssssse? |
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| Oh, he was too afraid to hit on us. That's it. I mean, if you can't show enough skin to attract a Kirk, what's the point? |
Ariel, I have got to
deal with the Gorn Envoys. You're going to have to handle your delegates
yourself. |
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Okay, I see where this one's going. Excuse
me. Unsophisticated people left with access to advanced technology, without supervision, and hilarious hijinks ensue. Watch out, kid. I'm walkin' here. References to this plot have been found painted the walls of burial mounds. |
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| Thundar? What the hell are you doing? |
Ariel! Come. We believe we have
found the holodeck. Come help me select a program. |
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| Ookla over there has very nearly found the
on switch. |
Fweeeeee! |
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| Um...is this part of the ride? |
Look Ariel. There have been
made copies of you and I. Bad copies... |
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| Wrong, stranger. It is you that
is the copy. Stand back from the sorceress. I am sworn to defend
her. |
Thundar, if he is the fake
Thundar, then he's standing next to a fake Ariel, too. |
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| No matter! I am sworn
to defend you, no matter your authenticity! |
No! I am her defender! Wrong, moose-breath, I am her defender! Hah! It's your breath that reeks of ungulate! |
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Any idea if this ship has a disco? I think finding out would be more fun than listening to Thundar try to outsmart himself. |
