Maybe simply complaining about "Move Along Home" wasn't the best choice. Perhaps we should have taken a cue from the Vulcans and repressed all disgust and horror, or borrowed a play from the Romulans' book and used the angst to build an empire. We consider the options this week by visiting Dr. McCoy's favorite aliens -- those men and women of either impeccable logic or considerable fondness for wearing grey quilts. But first, last week's winners!
It's just too bad Will Riker can't dance to it. And now on to this week's set. One great race, two warring ideals. What will it be, Logic or Passion?

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The Emissary at work
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Sisko: ...scan her for plot or any trace of creative writing.
Bashir: None detected sir...just huge amounts of obviousness.
Kira: My god...and this is a first season episode...
Dax: We've got to get out of this show before we get typecast!
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Director: That's great. Lets try that again but with less hatred in your eyes.
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When the girl loudly declared she was a Belieber, panic ensued/
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Kira: I've got some good news and some bad news. The good news is that there is nothing wrong with your teeth. The bad news is that this is not, in fact, what we mean by the mandatory cavity search.

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Sisko: Away team to shuttle. Computer, a little help!
Computer: Acknowledged. <Brazilian Portuguese jazz filters through cavern>
Dax: The hell??
Sisko: I know, right? This is totally a Dixieland situation!
It's just too bad Will Riker can't dance to it. And now on to this week's set. One great race, two warring ideals. What will it be, Logic or Passion?




