Discussion in 'Star Trek Movies XI+' started by King Daniel Beyond, Mar 19, 2012.
no idea why he stared at the
little person, this strange fascination with a
dwarf, perhaps it was because of the
beautiful braids in the beard. Spock sighed.
Most Vulcanians could not grow such beards
in less than two hours. He was
seriously considering getting genetic alteration treatments to
to improve his facial hair fashion at
a time when he should have been
feeding all those creatures captured in the
raid of the Orion Syndicate's animal auction
"Mr. Scott, I'll have no
more of your half-sober interference!" insisted
Doctor McCoy. "Now get your ass down
and shake it like a polaroid picture!"
"My bracings cannae hold, doctor!" cried Scotty.
It was true; rubber bands flew everywhere!
"Tha' fermenting tanks -- I mean, warp cores, canna
take na mooore!"
"Quit being so dramatic
, you kilt-wearing sissy!" McCoy groused.
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