I finally decided to write more on this...I will try to update more frequently, but the chapters will probably be shorter than before.
Captain's log, supplemental. I command an Enterprise where officers apparently employ dental assistants among the crew, where teethcleaning is a common means of advancing in rank.
[Corridor]
(Suddenly, one of Chekov's men turns against him, taking his toothbrush and punching another. Kirk throws his final assailant. The turbolift opens and two dentists come out.)
MAN:
Your men, Captain. Easy, Farrell. I did your job. Ask the captain.
FARRELL:
Sir?
KIRK:
Yes, he did your job.
FARRELL:
Smart boy, switching to the top dentist.
KIRK:
Get him out of here.
MAN:
Mister Chekov was going to make me a dentist. You could make me an orthodontist.
KIRK:
All right. You're working for me.
MAN:
A commission? Which brand of toothpaste?
KIRK:
You're in line. You might even make captain of the dentists.
MAN:
Yes, sir.
(Kirk punches him.)
KIRK:
Not on my ship.
FARRELL:
The dental chair for this one, sir?
KIRK:
Yes, the dental chair. Carry on.
(Chekov is taken away.)
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