Scott: "To hell with those new fangled High Def cameras. I don't care if they can pick out each and every pore. For the last time, I'm not taking botex injections and that's an end of it!"
Voice Over: "Lieutenant Malcolm Reed, Security Officier's Journal, December 30th 2156:
At the behest of Starfleet Command, I'm heading up an enquiry into shipboard fraternization after several complaints being received about our Chief Engineer. I am of course, conducting this in the strictest confidence and will not let my long standing friendship with Mister Tucker affect my judgment in this regard."
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Trip: (checking the spinner) "Look! I'm telling you... right hand yellow!"
T'Pol: "I fail to see the point of this game, Mr. Tucker.
Putting males and females together in precarious positions, straddled across a plastic sheet on the floor...
...and what was that about a forfeit? Taking off an item of clothing if an elbow or knee touches the matt?"
Malcolm Reed enters the room, overhears the end of the conversation, before doing a complete U-turn, whistling all the way.
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