Discussion in 'Voyager' started by LeadHead, Jan 13, 2012.
[Sickbay - Doctor's office]
EMH: Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
SEVEN: There isn't one, yet.
EMH: The mess hall is three decks up. In case you've forgotten, I've lost my appetite. Permanently.
SEVEN: That doesn't mean you're incapable of enjoying a meal. Foie gras with truffles. An ancient Earth delicacy. Chateau d'Yquem. According to the culinary database, the ideal accompaniment.
EMH: Not your usual fare.
SEVEN: It's come to my attention that nutritional supplements don't fully meet my needs.
EMH: I see.
SEVEN: I thought we could share this experience. I'll describe the meal to you. The tastes, the sensations. Perhaps you can enjoy it vicariously.
EMH: What about the wine? It doesn't exactly agree with you.
SEVEN: If I become sick, I won't have far to go. To shared experiences.
EMH: Here, here.
A pleasure working with the two of you, as always.
Mission accomplished! Nice working with you, guys!
This one went a bit slower than the last one, didn't it?
Except at the very end. I looked away for a few minutes and suddenly the last line was all that was left!
I agree, Alienesse.
Nice job, everyone.
Good work everyone.
I'm tellin' ya baby, they kicked your little ass there. Boy, they whooped yer hide reeeeal gooood!
You stole that last line from me! I was actually looking forward to having the last word in this line-by-line and you swoop in like a Klingon bird of prey and steal my line! (*put phaser down, kidding*)
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