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Craisins. The ultimate food. Spock easily opened the bag, and poured himself a handful. So sweet, so tangy, and just the right texture. Spock closed his eyes in enjoyment, savoring the taste. He looked for all the world as if he were practicing for a gourmet coffee commercial. Ding! Went the door, announcing a visitor. "Come in," Spock said, shoving the bag beneath his pillow, and sitting up straight. "Hi Spock," his captain greeted congenially, "Ready for our game?" "Quite." They were about to walk together to the rec room when Jim noticed something a little out of the ordinary. He didn't usually notice minute changes, but Spock's quarters were always in such perfect order that it was hard not to. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the head of the bed, where underneath the pillow a plastic corner was exposed. "To what are you referring?" Spock asked, feigning confusion. "That!" replied Kirk, stepping forward and moving the pillow aside. "Dried cranberries? That's what you were hiding from me?" Jim was thoroughly surprised, and he picked up the bag to inspect. "Would you hand me the Craisins, Jim?" "Yeah, just a sec. These things have 26 grams of sugar per serving? That seems a bit excessive." Jim continued to study the bag. "Captain, I must insist that you return the bag to me," Spock repeated, in a slightly raised voice. "Yeah sure," Jim replied, rather oblivious to Spock's tone, "can I try some of these? I haven't had them since I was a kid." Not waiting for permission, Jim proceeded to pour some into his hand. "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY CRAISINS!" Spock half yelled. Startled, Jim accidently dropped the entire bag onto the ground. Every last Craisin fell out. "I'm sorry Spock. I didn't mean to drop them. I'll let you have some of my peanuts." Spock gave him a look that said "Really Jim? You're trying to replace my precious Craisins with some stale old peanuts?" But in response he only said, "That will not be necessary." Spock quickly picked up the cranberries from off the ground and put them all back into the bag. He resealed the bag and put it in the trash bin before walking off with Jim for a game of 3-D chess. Upon returning to his quarters after having beaten the Captain (sorely), Spock immediately retrieved the bag from the garbage and poured himself a handful. And why not? His floor was clean enough to eat off of.