Discussion in 'Star Trek: Enterprise' started by T'Pala, Jan 24, 2012.
tired of ancient movie night
after a little while and
asked Archer if they could
have a Disco Night instead.
Archer approved, on condition that
nobody wore platform shoes or
pants wider than the hallway.
But they must wear shiny
gold necklaces and chest hair.
Naturally, an unknown vessel attacked.
The humanoid commander spoke an
unknown language similar to jive
and only Crewman Billingsley could
understand. He had surgically implanted
a translater into chekov, so
his gibberish became clear gibberish.
People tried to understand but
were busy watching T'Pol bend
over to pick up a
scanner that Trip repeatedly "dropped".
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