A/N: HELLO! AGAIN! I promised an explanation to the glittery poop thing in "Maybe that tribble fight wasn't such a good idea", and here it is! YAY! Again, this is my rushed attempt at making random people on the internet laugh. Aka, humor. Anyhows... Oh! And for the second time this year, HAPPY CHRISTMASS! *throws big sock thing at you* Enjoy! and reviews are welcome. Reveiws for the fanfic, not the big sock.

"Why is it that one of you always gets hurt when you beam down to a planet? Every single time! Just once can both of you come back without having to come to me?!" The chief medical officer yelled at Kirk and Spock, who were still on the transporter pad. Spock had apparently fallen off of a 90,001 foot high cliff, but being a main character, didn't die and managed to remain conscious. In fact, the only things he had suffered were two broken ribs and a heart failure. Still, he was conscious.

"Just shut up and help him." Kirk snapped, annoyed.

Three days after the accident, Spock was beginning to get impatient with McCoy. He had been keeping the Vulcan in Sickbay with a nurse to watch him constantly, even when he was sleeping. Nurse Chapel scared him slightly, she was acting slightly strange around him and when he woke to find her there, she was a single millimetre away from his face. McCoy was hardly there. If he did go in, he was either carrying some sort of experiment or a hypo ready to stab Spock with right in his arm. Vulcan or not, that hurt.

"Doctor, what are you doing?" Spock asked McCoy, who was bent over an experiment in the corner and dropping a blue liquid into one of the test tubes.

"What does it look like?" he replied, getting slightly annoyed at the reminder that the pointy-eared hobgoblin was present.

"I do not know."

"Isn't it obvious? I'm bending over an experiment in the corner and dropping a blue liquid into one of the test tubes!"

"May I ask why?"

"No. Shut up." The doctor said abruptly. So abruptly, infact, that it moved his whole body and made him put a drop of the blue liquid in a highly reactive, red and sparkly mixture in the test tube beside a small flame.

"Is it supposed to turn purple and start bubbling?"

"What?!" He turned around to the experiment so quickly his sleeve got caught on the bubbling test tube and it fell to the floor.

Kirk was on his way to see how Spock was when the whole ship rocked violently. Once he had regained his balance, he raced for Sickbay and faceplanted one of the doors before it had opened by mistake. Then he went inside. The walls were purple and sparkly. The furniture was purple and sparkly. Infact, the only thing in there that wasn't purple and sparkly was him.

"Bones, what did you do?!" he yelled. Apparently, Bones was the person on board he yelled at most. A purple and glittery figure emerged from the corner, apparently Bones.

"Blame Spock. He's the one who distracted me."

"Well, you're the one cleaning it up." He told the doctor.

"Damn it Jim! I'm a doctor, not a cleaner!"