The implications were staggering.
Jim could feel the smile on his face expand to a manic level. Ensign Rand gave him a nervous look and stepped away. This was…fantastic! He bounced on the balls of his feet, dimly registering more members of the crew edging away from their obviously disturbed Captain.
Wheeling suddenly Jim sprinted out of the room and down the corridor. He narrowly avoided knocking several science officers as he tore pell-mell towards the medical bay.
"Bones!" He gasped out, palms flat on the doctor's desk, the manic smile still in place. "Bones, the replicators make chocolate now!"
Exactly 100 words! :laughs evilly:
If you want to, this can be considered something of a prequel to 'The Definition Of.'