TOS five word thingy!!!

he had already covered his

 

trail in more ways than

 

five, maybe even seven ways

 

.
His lackey Chekov had been

 

polishing all his swords and

 

spit-shining his boots. Chekov

 

mused, "Vat else can I

 

mispronounce and say is a

 

famous Russian inwention? Welcro? Waseline?"

 

Suddenly, Chekhov stopped polishing and

 

stood up. "I've got it!"

 

He ran down to his

 

quarters, opened his closet and

 

out popped Liberace in all

 

his glittering glory. "Oh

 

no, you don't. I'm not

 

your lackey, too. Sulu is

 

just down the hall. Wamoose!"

 

"Point me to sickbay, darling,

 

said the spangled super-pianist. "My