TOS five word thingy!!!

darned drink this side of

 

the Flaming Moes of Rigel

 

MCMLXXXIV. It was a big solar

 

event, and thousands of beings

 

were shielding their eyes with

 

smoked goggles. But even that

 

failed to prevent the masses

 

from fixing smoked salmon and

 

brewing their own brand of

 

Beer, in which they put

 

pieces of Regulan eel-birds

 

and special Space Hops for

 

added body and flavor...flavor

 

unmatched by even the most

 

potent Klingon warnog or bloodwine.

 

Meanwhile, Lt. Kyle was busy

 

trying to figure out why

 

trying to get Scotty to

 

do anything after 1800 hours

 

of saying something about haggas.