"Barney, what the hell are you wearing?" Ted asked.
"Not Barney, Kirk!" Barney declared.
"What?" Ted asked.
"I'm Captain Kirk, Ted!" Barney replied, gesturing to his outfit.
"I repeat, what?" Ted asked, again.
"I'm trying to nail a Trekkie." Barney explained.
"Of course you are." Ted replied, sighing.
"And I need you to be my First Officer!" Barney said, holding up an outfit in a dry-cleaning bag. Ted could identify which character it was supposed to be by the color.
"No. I'm not dressing up as Spock so you can—" Ted started.
"Oh come on, Ted! I got you a phaser and everything!" Barney whined. "Do you realize how expensive phasers are?!"
"…My ears aren't even pointy." Ted reasoned, frowning.
"One step ahead of you, Bro! I know a guy that does professional make-up for science fiction shows! He'll give you pointy ears for free! Now come on, it's going to be legen—wait for it—"
"No! I'm not going to be Spock for your stupid plan!" Ted insisted.
"Dary! Why not?" Barney asked.
"Because, okay?! It's weird!"
"No it isn't! You're my wingman! You're supposed to help me!"
"Yeah, but I'm not going to be a Vulcan!"
"You would be if Marshall asked you…" Barney accused.
"That isn't true, Barney! I just don't want to dress up as Spock!"
"The correct term is 'cosplay', Ted."
"Barney…." Ted groaned.
"Please?" Barney asked.
"…It would be most illogical, Captain." Ted replied. Barney grinned.
"You'll do it?" He asked. Ted covered his face with his hands, and nodded.
"After all, what kind of First Officer would I be if I left you in charge of the Enterprise?" Ted asked. Barney didn't notice the insult Ted had just administered, and shoved the dry-cleaning bag at Ted, grinning like a kid on Christmas.
"Come on, Spock! Starfleet up!"