TOS five word thingy!!!

we can attend 'tat could

 

help my parched throat."

"Wodka?"

 

Chekov sheepishly asked. "Can ve

 

have vhat dey call a

 

Tex-Mex dinner vit our

 

Wodkas?"

"It's not me usual

 

sort of food, but if

 

you want it, you got

 

it. The food synthesizers are

 

programmed to provide whatever your

 

desires are."

Bones sprinted by

 

holding some datacards programmed with

 

an antidote to disperse throughout

 

the ship.

"I vunder vat

 

going on now."

"Probably another

 

shipwide infection of some sort.

 

We have the once every

 

week infection to contend with

 

, usually after a landing party."

 

"Vill ve be all right?"