TOS five word thingy!!!

"Remember to dry clean that

 

before returning it," Sulu admonished.

 

"I prefer Woolite," said Uhura.

 

"Voolite, famous Russian..."

"Shut-up, Chekov,"

 

spock said trying to knit

 

a scarf with an IDIC

 

but failing miserably. Spock wasn't

 

his usual self. He noticed

 

that he was starting to

 

molt, which wasn't a very

 

pleasant sight. "Damned shedding hobgoblin!"

 

snarled McCoy who was sweeping

 

bits of green hued skin

 

off of the Sickbay floor.

 

"Here, Spock, rub this on

 

Uhura's neck, and then you'll

 

get some action."

Chapel frowned

 

Uhura rolled her eyes when

 

Spock reached over to apply

 

a dab of green-goo.