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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