TOS five word thingy!!!

for some much-needed exercise.

 

Suddenly, a Klingon armada warped into the sector.

 

Torpedoes pounded the hull of the Enterprise

 

like a piece of schnitzel.

 

Crewmen were thrown around like

 

M&M's. Klaxons sounded like large

 

alpenhorns and Kirk decided to

 

summon his best yodeler.

"Uhura,

 

get Slim Whitman up here

 

."

"Indian Love Call," McCoy requested

 

. "Sir, Ensign Whitman is reporting

 

that swarms of cucumber beetles

 

have entered the ship's nacelles

 

and are chewing up the

 

conduits leading to the Bussard

 

collectors," Spock announced, "whatever that

 

means, let's not take any

 

collectors, which are the wrong color.

 

The nacelles are supposed to

 

be cucumber free."

"Aye, cucumbers