(Comercial break ends...)
(Kirk and co. are in the Shuttle, in space. It flies off-center, and rather wobbly.)
Spock: I would like to note that it took five strips, on Mr. Scott's one, of duct tape to get this thing flying again.
Kirk: Noted, Spock. *looks out the window* Anyone seen Uhura?
Sulu: I think she's in the back.
(Uhura is, indeed, in the back. She's headbanging to the Beach Boys.)
Chekov: *wonders* The Beach Boys? At a time like this?
Sulu: Sir, we've got an email from Kahn!
Kirk: Onscreen!
("So, my old friend, you try to approach me by stealth? Well, don't worry, I'll find you...")
McCoy: Jim, that makes no sense!
Kirk: Why?
Spock: We are not approaching the Enterprise by stealth.
McCoy: ...damn halfbreed said it before I did.
Kirk: Then something must be malfunctioning! We can still win this! *looks proud* *strikes a pose*
(Everyone important averts their eyes in time, even Uhura, but an innocent Redshirt spots him and dies instantly.)
(They approach the Enterprise, wobbling along.)
Scotty: Y'mind if I turn on the Subspace Radio, sair? A Van Halen song's supposed to be...
Kirk: Scotty, we're facing my arch nemesis! Can we *tense quiet*, here?!
Scotty: *mumbles* Sorry, sair.
(They manage to dock, amazingly enough.)
McCoy: *mumbles, exiting* I hardly expected it to last that long.
(The shuttle falls apart, pieces rolling this way and that.)
Scotty: *sour* Gee, Dr. McCoy, thanks for jinxing it.
Kirk: Bones...
McCoy: *mumbles*
(They hurry down a corridor.)
Scotty: Sair, what about the --
Tribbles: *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak*
Redshirt: *is swarmed* Aggghhhh!! *goes down*
McCoy: Jim, we're surrounded!
(What will happen next?! Find out NEXT TIME!)
(Kirk and co. are in the Shuttle, in space. It flies off-center, and rather wobbly.)
Spock: I would like to note that it took five strips, on Mr. Scott's one, of duct tape to get this thing flying again.
Kirk: Noted, Spock. *looks out the window* Anyone seen Uhura?
Sulu: I think she's in the back.
(Uhura is, indeed, in the back. She's headbanging to the Beach Boys.)
Chekov: *wonders* The Beach Boys? At a time like this?
Sulu: Sir, we've got an email from Kahn!
Kirk: Onscreen!
("So, my old friend, you try to approach me by stealth? Well, don't worry, I'll find you...")
McCoy: Jim, that makes no sense!
Kirk: Why?
Spock: We are not approaching the Enterprise by stealth.
McCoy: ...damn halfbreed said it before I did.
Kirk: Then something must be malfunctioning! We can still win this! *looks proud* *strikes a pose*
(Everyone important averts their eyes in time, even Uhura, but an innocent Redshirt spots him and dies instantly.)
(They approach the Enterprise, wobbling along.)
Scotty: Y'mind if I turn on the Subspace Radio, sair? A Van Halen song's supposed to be...
Kirk: Scotty, we're facing my arch nemesis! Can we *tense quiet*, here?!
Scotty: *mumbles* Sorry, sair.
(They manage to dock, amazingly enough.)
McCoy: *mumbles, exiting* I hardly expected it to last that long.
(The shuttle falls apart, pieces rolling this way and that.)
Scotty: *sour* Gee, Dr. McCoy, thanks for jinxing it.
Kirk: Bones...
McCoy: *mumbles*
(They hurry down a corridor.)
Scotty: Sair, what about the --
Tribbles: *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* *squeak*
Redshirt: *is swarmed* Aggghhhh!! *goes down*
McCoy: Jim, we're surrounded!
(What will happen next?! Find out NEXT TIME!)