"You know what? I don't even care how it happens anymore. This is just getting ridiculous." Jim Kirk stomped away from the transporter pad in a huff of frustration.
He turned to Scotty, "What is it this time? Transporter malfunction? Bizarre ion storm? Wizards?" The Chief Engineer wore a thoroughly puzzled expression and replied, "I cannae say fer certain, Captain…"
Kirk heaved a heavy sigh and resigned himself to the situation. "Well, it's not like we haven't dealt with this before. Mr. Scott, I'll expect you to find a way to reverse this."
"Aye, sir."
And honestly, Jim was surprised that this hadn't happened sooner—just about every senior crewmember had been through this…it just seemed to be kind of an inevitable thing when you work on this particular Starship.
"Okay…come on," he said, leading a five-year-old Leonard McCoy off of the transporter pad.