I know I told one of you that I would write Trip next, but it just wasn't working. I couldn't come up with any ideas. Then I started thinking about the last one, which got me thinking about the boy it was about, and his sister. She had a good friend who was also a friend of mine, and in the middle of my reminiscing, I went to the gym, where they were playing the song 'Macho Man,' and that brought back memories of a whole new incident. So now it's Hoshi's turn.

Just realized that I hadn't mentioned this before, but if any of you come up with a question you want a character asked or remember a story that would be just great with a particular crewmember of Enterprise, please feel free to give suggestions. Enjoy!

Once the conversation about the exploding kitchen appliances had died down, Trip pulled out the hat again.

"Now will you tell us where you got the hat?" asked Malcolm.

Trip hesitated. "Once everyone's told their story, I'll tell." Grumbling, his friend acquiesced, and silently resolved to be sure that everyone told.

Hoshi was sitting to Malcolm's right, so it was her turn now. Grimacing, she pulled out the question of choice and read it to her shipmates.

"What have you done that we would think was extremely unlike you?" Hoshi considered that for a moment. A few stories were instantly discarded as too embarrassing (after all, Trip hadn't said it had to be the most unlike her) and finally she hit on one that would undoubtedly provide amusement to all the listeners.

"Alright," the young officer began. "It happened when I was about twelve years old..."

Hoshi Sato was unshakably convinced that her new geography class was made up of the weirdest people she knew, and the weirdest people she was ever likely to meet. By the time Hoshi began her time on the Starship Enterprise, she proved herself wrong, but that's another story.

"Hey!" exclaimed Trip.

But, for some odd reason, when class got out for the lunch break and everyone sat around in the classroom munching and chatting, she felt compelled to stay as well, if only for the amusement.

Munching and chatting weren't the only things that the class was doing, however, and Hoshi...

"Hoshi! Do you really want to tell us this story?"

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ensign. I'm sure Hoshi wasn't planning on telling us anything... inappropriate."

"I most certainly was not!"

"Sorry, Hoshi."

...And Hoshi was re-convinced every afternoon of her classmates' insanity.

Old Earth music, after all, had little or nothing to do with geography, leaning more towards 'nothing' than 'little'. And when the teacher began teaching them all dances so old that even he couldn't have been around for them, well, Hoshi was very confused.

Step and clap, step and clap, back and clap, back and clap, right, clap, left, clap... what was with all the clapping?

Having learned the dance and practiced it only twice, Hoshi was surprised when Tom Sarry, the virtual giant of the classroom, stood up and shooed his classmates off the 'dance floor' they had created by moving the desks around. With him he took a small group of his friends, notorious 'tough-guys,' none of whom Hoshi particularly knew or liked.

"We," Tom announced, "Are going to show you how a real macho man does the dance 'Macho Man'. Watch and learn."

Hoshi glared at them. Then, to everyone's surprise, she stood up. "I assume this is open to new members?" she asked, taking her place on the 'dance floor'.

"Hoshi..." Tom said, looking a little confused, "This is 'macho men,' not 'tiny girls'."

"Now that's not very nice," someone protested. Tom ignored them and gently steered Hoshi off the dance floor.

If the class had been surprised when Hoshi took the floor, they were even more stunned with what she did now. The young girl braced her feet against one of the 'macho men' (who gave her a strange look but didn't move) grabbed onto another, and screamed at the top of her lungs "Noooo! I want to be a macho man!"

T'Pol glanced around at the hysterical crewmembers and gave the equivalent of a confused stare to Hoshi. "I fail to see the significance of Ensign Sato being a 'macho man'," the Vulcan commented. That, unfortunately, only made everyone laugh harder.

Phlox didn't understand it, either.

"I was under the impression that a macho was a type of food with cheese on a crunchy snack," the doctor mused. "Would a macho man then be someone who sells this?"

Trip rolled his eyes. "Yeah, doc, that's exactly what it is."

"Odd. I never knew that as a child, Hoshi wanted to sell snacks as a profession."

"Doctor Phlox... he was joking."

So the next few renditions of 'Macho Man' were preformed by a gang of the class's toughest boys, led by the one and only Hoshi Sato.

The next year, the group auditioned for the talent show, and got a standing ovation. Nobody really new what was so great about the small girl dancing to 'macho man' with a bunch of boys who looked like they belonged in prison, but somehow, it was.

And by the time they entered high school the kids had stopped calling Hoshi 'macho man'. Eventually, it died out, but whenever someone was asked the strangest sights they'd seen that year, Hoshi's name always made that list.

"You danced to the song 'Macho Man'?" asked Archer, trying to avoid laughing out loud at the image of their comm officer, the 'normal one' of the crew, doing something so incongruous. He only sort of managed.

"Captain," T'pol suggested suddenly. "The database you brought along has a large compliment of Earth songs. Would you assume that... 'Macho Man' is among them?"

Hoshi's eyes widened at the thought. "You wouldn't..."

T'Pol raised one eyebrow, pretending not to notice Trip and Malcolm exchanging looks. "Hardly. I merely desired to hear that song for myself."

Realizing who would be more likely to do something undesirable with the song, Hoshi turned suddenly to Trip. "Don't you dare..."

The engineer grinned innocently. "I wouldn't do anything... Macho Man."

-I swear, I actually saw a girl who looks a lot like a younger version of Hoshi doing that once. The 'nacho man' came from what I originally thought they were saying. Travis's interlude where he's told to get his mind out of the gutter was something that my friend said when I was telling a very different story with similar wording. The talent show I completely made up, the girl never performed it for anyone outside of our class. But hey, if you're a small, innocent looking girl and you know some macho men who'd be willing... give it a shot!