Notes: I have discovered a term for what I suffer from: Feedback whore. First speaker is, as, almost, always, McCoy. ::blah:: - Kirk actually talking

Isn't that-?

"Well, if it isn't my knight in shining armor."

"No, that is Jim."

"Never mind."

::Hey Bones, how many fingers?::

"That's not very damn funny."

"Actually, given the situation, it is quite humorous."

"Don't tell me you're on his side now?"

"I am not on any 'side'. I am merely stating that-"

"Shut up Spock, I think he's talking."

::-from a Vulcan mind meld-::

"Well, I know that-"

"Please, pretend to be shocked. You are not supposed to know I'm here."

"So why do I?"

puzzled look "..."

"You/That green-blooded, pointy earred sonofabitch! This is payback for all those arguments you/he lost!"

"An improvment."

"Thank you, thank you."

"What's that?"

::It's some-:: (*)

"It appears to be some sort of drug, doctor."

long-suffering sigh "I -know- that Spock."

::Well, come on then.::