TOS five word thingy!!!

Kahless' version of 'Your Targ

 

Is Mine,' I'll hurl chunks!"

 

"Good times," remarked Sulu. "Leather

 

couches, pulsing lights, the smell

 

of wine and cheap perfume."

 

"Sweet Rosebud..." muttered Kirk, wistfully,

 

than he noticed a strange

 

red light emanating from his

 

communicator, indicating it's lunch time.

 

"Okay, who's up for some..."

 

Suddenly the Enterprise lurched over

 

as it had too many

 

spinach and saurkraut sandwiches stored

 

inside Captain Kirk's quarters. This

 

was becoming major trouble, thought

 

Spock who abhored his Captain's

 

foul cabbage breath, as well

 

as his much talked about

 

spinach gas, lethal to some

 

life forms like the Horta.