TOS five word thingy!!!

Everyone gathered to whiteness Scotty's

 

chewing on his sandwich like

 

someone would watch a pack

 

of starving hyenas and a

 

of wild animals feed upon

 

the last piece of meat

 

to be found anywhere in

 

their immediate vicinity and a

 

lot of local insect species.

 

"I vonce ate a bug,"

 

Chekov remembered. "It vas a

 

wery small bug, but it

 

tasted like wery wery old

 

borscht that my grandmother made."

 

"Just like the French Camenbert

 

that I used to eat

 

as a child,`offered Kirk.

`Nothing like, dat,

 

Russian borscht makes your Camembert

 

seem like child's porridge!"

Nobody

 

talks like that of my