It was dark and stormy space.
Spock ran out.
A turbo lift door swooshed.
Checkov screamed.
Suddenly, a Klingon ship appeared on the horizon.
While millions of colonists were starving, Kodos lived in luxury.
Meanwhile, on a small farm on Gamma Hydra IV, a boy was growing up too quickly.
A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not seen a grup all day.
At that very moment, Dr. McCoy in sickbay was making an important discovery.
The mysterious patient in bed 213 had finally awakened.
She moaned softly.
Could it be that she was the sister of the boy on Gamma Hydra IV who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of Dr. Van Gelder who had escaped from the Tantalus penal colony?
Dr. McCoy frowned.
"Stampede!" the Captain shouted, and forty thousand tribbles thundered down on the tiny chute.
The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the purring, small, soft, gentle animals.
A left and a right.
A left.
Another left and right.
An uppercut to the jaw.
The fight was over.
And so the ship was saved.
Dr. McCoy sat by himself in one corner of the galley.
He had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life.
Spock ran out.
A turbo lift door swooshed.
Checkov screamed.
Suddenly, a Klingon ship appeared on the horizon.
While millions of colonists were starving, Kodos lived in luxury.
Meanwhile, on a small farm on Gamma Hydra IV, a boy was growing up too quickly.
A light snow was falling, and the little girl with the tattered shawl had not seen a grup all day.
At that very moment, Dr. McCoy in sickbay was making an important discovery.
The mysterious patient in bed 213 had finally awakened.
She moaned softly.
Could it be that she was the sister of the boy on Gamma Hydra IV who loved the girl with the tattered shawl who was the daughter of Dr. Van Gelder who had escaped from the Tantalus penal colony?
Dr. McCoy frowned.
"Stampede!" the Captain shouted, and forty thousand tribbles thundered down on the tiny chute.
The two men rolled on the ground grappling beneath the purring, small, soft, gentle animals.
A left and a right.
A left.
Another left and right.
An uppercut to the jaw.
The fight was over.
And so the ship was saved.
Dr. McCoy sat by himself in one corner of the galley.
He had learned about medicine, but more importantly, he had learned something about life.
:thumbsup:
