Kat: And now, we reveal what happened when Spock pressed the button, with an introduction by Spock himself, in Vulcan!
Spock: No. I refuse to read this script. It is illogical.
Kat: But Spocky!
Spock: No.
Molly: Noooo. Nooooo. Do you want me to throw the ducky cup at you?
Spock: Argh! No! Not the ducky cup! Ummm… Af'tum Pon Farr T'hy'la … What is this script? Why am I talking like this to a kitchen?
Kat: I can do a few insults in Vulcan too. But you wouldn't like them. And that's about it for my knowledge.
Spock: I am going to find an internet translator, so I can say something that does not involve declaring my undying love to a kitchen.
Kat: Fine.
Spock: Heh i'na'Chapter lehkuh, k'Kat.
Molly: What does that mean?
Kat: I do not know. I don't think there are any kitchens involved though.
Molly: Oh well. Anyway. Onto the story. Here is Chapter 10, by Kat.
…
*Spock starts tap dancing*
Spock: No! Where is my tutu?
Kirk: Argh! I'm wearing a tutu? What the...
Molly: Argh! No! A red dress! I'm doomed!
Kat: Why am I wearing a blue shirt? I don't like blue! I like red!
Kirk: there is only one logical conclusion to come to. We have all switched bodies. It would be preferable if we could find a way to rectify this situation as soon as possible or at least get me out of this dress and into some more appropriate attire. Why do you insist on wearing these tutus anyway captain?
Spock, sobbing: My tutu! You are wearing my tutu...
Molly: So I'm stuck in Molly's body, and she's stuck in mine.
Kat: Yup. I don't like it much.
Molly: Hey! At least I don't normally wear a shirt that'll get me killed!
Chekov: Stop fighting, you two! Now, how did ye manage to do this, laddie, and how do we switch us all back again?
Scotty: Umm... it wasn't actually me, although body-switching devices were a Russian invention- argh! How did I say that! Nuclear vessels! No! We must sort this out immediately before I insult our beloved Russia even more! Argh!
Chekov: So who was it? Come on, own up!
Kat: There's a tiny chance that it possibly might have been me?
Chekov: Ye sure about that? Ye must be the most useless ensign in the whole of the engineering department, so I don't know how ye managed that.
Kat: Ok, well maybe it wasn't me.
Chekov: So who was it? Chekow?
Scotty: Ummm... well...
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The ducky cup is the ultimate threat, invented on DofE, that fateful place where many things were invented, many of which will be referenced in later chapters. (There were five incredibly crazy people stuck together for an entire weekend walking many many miles carrying incredibly heavy rucksacks, and the only thing we could do to keep ourselves sane (well not exactly sane. That would be impossible. To keep ourselves from suicide would be more accurate) was to tell crazy stories. And so much craziness was born). Only Molly can do the ducky cup voice right, and it is kinda hard to type.
Until tomorrow, there isn't much of a cliff-hanger, only the question of whodunnit. But that is no excuse not to review! Reviews are like cake… they taste good, and make you hyper!
Spock: No. I will not say it.
Kat: Do you want me to make you say it in Vulcan instead?
Molly: DO you want me to throw the ducky cup at you?
Spock: No! Fine. I will do it. It is logical to review. There.
Kat: See! Spock tells you to review too!
Also, remember to always use lemon formation.
:)
Kat out.