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locked his fingertips into the flesh of
Chekov's pale cheeks. "I'm beginning to understand!"
He moaned. "I'm beginning to understand..." Spock's
emotions got the better of him; he
started laughing uncontrollably and the vibrations caused
his bowels to release.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Spock screamed,
soiling his best pair of duty trousers.
"I am in control of my bowels.... control!"
But he wasn't. And his trousers were
already far exceeding Starfleet's recommended design parameters.
Chekov smelled what the Spock was cooking.
He wanted to taste some of that
sweet Vulcan brownie but he didn't want
to get any sicker than he was.
Space cakes often leave him feeling a
bit violent; last time he tried to
eat an entire space cake he went
for Sulu's throat while calling him a
Spacer Chaser...whatever that meant. He didn't
like these violent turns, but sometimes
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