Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
nonetheless enjoyable to the right person, or
modified for use as a Klingon toothbrush.
The latter seemed the most appropriate. Data
opened the access panel on his right
inner thigh through his trouser pocket. Wesley
had installed that panel as a school
project, brown-nosing for extra credit. It didn't
hurt that the panel was from a
Catholic girls school and had pig-tails and
a skimpy uniform with a skirt. It
left little to the imaginiation which was
exactly what Data needed to process the
teraquads of information coursing through his positronic
brain. Mentally calculating the amount of time
it would take for a train leaving
Toronto's Union Station bound for New York's
Grand Central Station to arrive if it
left twenty seven minutes late and travelled
at 88 miles per hour, breaking the
"Semen! Semen! EVERYWHERE!" screamed a
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