TOM, SON OF OWEN: "No, trust me. You're taking your life into your hands. So, I think the next step is to try to duplicate the first shuttle flight, verify our results."
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The Flamboyant Tom Paris: "But I do think that we should increase the shuttle's memory core by at least..."
(Paris looks a little sick.)
(Paris looks a little sick.)
The immodest Tom Paris: I don't think that coffee is settling too well.
THE VOLATILE LT. TORRES: "Do you want to go back to Sickbay?"
PARIS: No! No, I've seen enough of the Doctor for one day. Ow! On second thought, maybe I should
(Paris tries to stand up, and collapses. Veins are standing out on his temples.)
(Paris tries to stand up, and collapses. Veins are standing out on his temples.)
THE QUEEN OF ENGINEERING: "Torres to Transporter room two. Medical emergency. Beam Lieutenant Paris directly to Sickbay."
Disembodied Voice of the Unknown Crewman: I can't lock onto him. His pattern keeps changing.
TORRES: Torres to Sickbay. We need a medical team in the mess hall right away. Hang on, Tom.
TORRES: "Just a cup of Neelix's coffee."
The lovely Torres: What is?
Torres the Bold: He's allergic to water?
An Aggregation of Photons and Forcefields: "I don't know how this is possible, but it appears that his entire biochemistry is changing. His electrolytes are breaking down, interstitial fluids are congealing."
Torres the Inquisitive: What should we do?
THE CAPABLE EMH: "Stand back. Computer, erect an isolation field around the surgical bay. Computer, remove all the air from within the forcefield and replace it with eighty percent nitrogen and twenty percent acidichloride. He can breathe, for now."
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