Chapel: He's dead, Doctor. You did everything you could.
McCoy: Forget that, Nurse. There's not a lot of time, you grab his Tricorder and I'll grab his credit chit.
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Chapel: He's dead, Doctor. You did everything you could.
McCoy: Forget that, Nurse. There's not a lot of time, you grab his Tricorder and I'll grab his credit chit.
McCoy (thinking): I've got to get rid of her before she notices I've reconfigured the machine to monitor my erectile output.
McCOY:"The scariest thing?
His head is at the bottom of the biobed."
KIRK:"NO!!!!
He CAN'T die!!!
He still owes me for losing that last poker game!!"
"Good thing he didn't take a Viagra before he died.
Or else Jim or Spock would walk in and think we're setting up camping equipment."
Chapel: Red shirt?
McCoy: Oddly, not this time. He was wearing gold... or is it green-gold... or avocado... fuck, why do these department colors have to be so damn difficult.
"Log the time of death, Christine.
And fetch me the Lysol. This mattress is ruined for the next month."
Chapel: Great, now we'll never get that Pizza party for 100 days without an accident.
McCoy: F'ing redshirts!
Chapel: "Leg or wing?"
McCoy: "Hmm ..."
Or...
While the twenty-four hour wait for Polynesian-style long pig was now
a thing of the past, the makers of the Starfleet-issue Imu Mark V wisely
left a certain amount of time for the anticipation of that to come.