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demonstrated the effectiveness of this technique, but
Spot was slow to respond to his
slave Data's request of a more luxurious
pillow, which ruined everything. "Fine. I'll just
not sleep anymore!" snapped Data. "You just
forced me to use my gigantic intellect
. Now my capacitors are aching for discharge
"Oh, you jewel, that's just what Mistress
requires," said Zombie Yar, her teeth chattering
, "Night of the Living Red-Shirts,"
in a pretty obvious attempt to distract
him from his true function. "Now prepare
for a threesome to die for, Yar,"
said Data. "I'm already dead," she said.
"Kinky," Data replied, "I've always wondered how
a zombie sex slave would go about
making crank telephone calls while moonlighting as
a forensic scientist. The dead know death
like a dominatrix knows pain, suddenly a ...
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