Discussion in 'Star Trek Movies I-X' started by Kor, Apr 6, 2015.
nose against a scarf made of
Tholian silk that was supposedly soft
as the buttocks of a newborn
porcupine and yet wasn't soft enough
to blow his nose on without
getting a piercing or two. That
didn't dissuade him from using it
but it slowed him down a
bit when he was having a
cup of Klingon coffee with croissants
which were made from the blood
of obese humans from the planet
Fatbody, in the Lardbutt sector of
the Orson Welles Quadrant where the
meatballs were plump and brimming with
the flesh of transdimensional beings from
the imaginations of Brannon Braga and
JJ Abrams that no one thought
tasted very good but they still
needed piquant sauce to enhance the
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