(The crew is surrounded by Tribbles!)

Chekov: -_- I hate Tribbles. They're squeaky and --

Uhura: You didn't mind that one I brought back with me!

Chekov: That was before I saw they multiplied faster than Q can!

Spock: Who is this Q?

Chekov: *mumbles* Nevermind, wrong series.

(Suddenly, Kahn appears. He waves the Tribbles away, and steps towards Kirk. The bored Tribbles swarm another Redshirt.)

Redshirt: Nooooo!! That kung fu marathon's on tonight!!

Kirk: Kahn! Get your stinking behind off my ship!

Kahn: I beg your pardon? -_-

McCoy: ...Jim, we ARE kind of... at his... mercy...

Kirk: I don't care! Get off, I say!

Sulu: *sarcastic* This is such a brilliant plan for getting the ship rescued.

Kirk: Shut up, it's all I can think of!

Kahn: I'll leave the ship... If I am allowed to use a shower. I haven't used one in years.

McCoy: Yes, the stench around you cements that fact. _

(Kahn goes off to use a shower. The crew returns to the bridge.)

Spock: That was most unusual.

Kirk: Is Kahn finished yet?

Scotty: ...no one seems to know where he is.

Sulu: Aw, %$&#!

Chekov: Sending out a security team! *pushes some Redshirts into the Lift*

Redshirts: O_O;;;;

Kirk: Let's hope that stops him before he does something we'll regret!

Spock: Captain -- do Redshirts ever do anything right when the music is so dramatic?

Kirk: ...no... oh, hell...