"I still can't believe it," McCoy muttered, plopping down on the opposite end of the couch. "It's a TV show and two films?" He idly tapped one finger on the armrest.
"Indeed." Spock steepled his fingers together. "Contemplative Silence has won several Surak awards for its cinematography and visual effects, as well as a T'Plinth medal of merit for the soundtrack."
McCoy paused. "Soundtrack? What soundtrack?" He cast one hand toward the screen. "'But Doctor, can't you hear it?" McCoy mocked, clasping both hands to his heart. "'The strains of the violin? The steady beat of the drums? The choir harmonizing?'" He threw his hands up in the air. "Argh! And cinematography? Visual effects? How do you figure?" he finished, breathing heavily.
"Not only has the silence been expertly composed and mixed, the blackness is rich and vibrant high definition," Spock answered. "With my exceptional hearing and visual acuity, I can appreciate the nuances most people would miss."
"There. Is. Nothing. There," McCoy pleaded, standing in front of the Vulcan. "Nothing."
"Exactly. As it should be. Now, if you will please cease blocking my view of the screen, I can continue my viewing." Spock pushed McCoy to one side. "Computer, play the last minute of the program over."
McCoy sat down, rubbing his temples. "What's the difference? Every minute is exactly the same as the last and the next, and the next…"
"Be quiet. I am watching the season finale. This is very tense."
"Season fin…" McCoy trailed off. "Of course. Of course you are. If there's a show, and a movie - two movies, no less - of course there's a season finale." He stood up and walked over to a nearby replicator. "One cola, ice." A glass of soda materialized and he picked it up, taking a sip.
Spock didn't answer, his gaze glued to the screen. "Hmmm." He inched closer to the edge of the couch. There he perched for two minutes, before settling back with a sigh.
McCoy put a hand on Spock's shoulder. "Disappointed? Or have you come to your senses?"
"I will have to remain in suspense a while longer," Spock pressed his lips together. "A cliffhanger ending."
"What?" McCoy dropped his glass, sending cola and ice everywhere.