Discussion in 'Star Trek Movies: Kelvin Universe' started by King Daniel Beyond, Mar 19, 2012.
found anything that compared to fresh, ripe
strawberries coated in whipped dairy cream. He
then remembered a poem by one of
Vulcan's reformation period masters. Millennia ago, poetry
was such a high art on Vulcan
that entrance to the Vulcan Poet Academy
where so many of the planet's most
notable authors learned was being restricted to
certain classes within Vulcan society. They would
be required to endure grueling entrance exams
designed by the greatest minds on Vulcan.
Paramount in the testing was the requirement
that each student be locked inside an
arena, brightly lit, and filled with thousands
of baby sehlats. They would then have
to construct six poems in sixty minutes
without once mentioning or referring to the
furry little beasts that were now hungry.
A baby sehlat that hadn't eaten was
loud. Thousands of them, in one place,
Separate names with a comma.