Discussion in 'Star Trek: Voyager' started by Akiraprise, Jul 20, 2009.
Tears of joy, as she watched them
mercilessly rip through Neelix's throat
coverings that he hung across
the gaping, gushing mortal wound
which Janeway licked the way
a targ licks its prey.
"Tuvix," Janeway cried, blood dripping
down her chin, "would you
be a dear and pass
me your throat since you're
the closest to the last
sprinkle of the throat seasoning
marketed by "Nosferatu Inc." for
blood connoisseurs across the galaxy
. Since it was twilight, Janeway
started to morph into a
convincing duplicate of Juan Valdez
,her droopy fun bags being
something nobody talked about.
is my life blood which
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