Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
Data interrupted, "Intriguing. Mr. Scott, what
dialect are you speaking, exactly?"
speak a burr with a side of
whiskey. I do everything with a side
of whiskey...that's how I got me
mechanical liver. But if I had your
liver I'd probably be able to drink
bloody rubbin' alcohol...an' I would, too!
That stuff is mighty strong and tastes
bonny mixed wth buttermilk and grape Jell-O
. It has a bouquet of
awesomeness and a hint of lilac. Like
self-cleaning starships, it has no peer
, no pesky Klingon sweat stains, no musky
odor of Tellerite breath, no bloody aftertaste
from the great tribble hunt. Only the
buttermilky, grape, wood grain goodness...ahhh!"
that was the most inaccurate description of
consuming isopropyl alcohol I've ever heard," said
Nurse Ogawa, who came into the room
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