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SPOCK: Do you know what this is?
KRAKO: No.
SPOCK: The worlds smallest Vulcan Lyre playing just for you.
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Kirk: What is that?
Sulu: Giant green hand in space, sir.
Kirk: Yesss, (mimics backhand slap) I can see that, Mister Sulu, but...
where did it come from? Mister Chekov?
Chekov: I don' know, sir. It vas chust there - no sensor readings, no
road sign warning about it, nothing!
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Spocko: in the evening hours of the previous day, I fired my gas propelled metal projectile at a Tyrellian elephant in my nighttime sleeping attire. How this elephant came to be in my nighttime sleeping attire is still a matter of investigation to me.
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