*sigh* my arms are killing me!!! darn typing...
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CAPTAIN'S looooooooooooooog: stardate: 2119. The ship is at full stop (dp) as we try to (dp) FIGURE OOOOOOUT why (dp) we have not yet started (dp) to dance the (dp) DANCE OF DEATH...
Spock chicken-strutted onto the bridge, "Oh. My. Starry-eyed surprise! Sunset to-"
"Mr. (dp) Spock!"
Spock slid up to the command chair, "Yeeeeeeeees...?"
"Why (dp) have we not started (dp) DANCING yet?"
"Um...fun...?" Spock looked slightly confused.
"Kirk sighed dramatically and pinched the bridge of his nose, Hail (dp) Hitler."
The bridge crew rose, clicked their heels together, and raised their right hand, palm down, "Hail Hitler!"
Kirk again sighed dramatically, "Uhura (dp) hail the (dp) BIG AAAAAAAAAAAAASS ship."
Uhura looked around, smiling sheepishly, "Oh, of course, sir. Hailing now."
Adolf Hitler appeared on the screen. Behind him, his symbol stood out...like crazy Uncle Ed at Grandpa's funeral...crazy bi-otch...anyhoo, back at the farm...Hitler's symbol stood out behind him. It was a yellow happy face with a red swastika painted over it.
Hitler now spoke in English. His thought was to try and save Kirk at least a shread of dignity. Little did he know that Kirk had lost all of it at last year's Christmas party...but that's another story...
"Captain Kirk?"
"Yes (dp) I am."
"I am Adolf Hitler. I am here to tell you that very soon you will all start to dance. Unless you can find a cure-and that is highly unlikely-you will all die and your ship...what is it?"
"The (dp) Enterprise."
"...yes...the Enterprise will be MINE!" he broke into an evil cackle, "Mwahahaha ha-" he suddenly had a coughing fit.
He started to turn purple and he fell out of his chair. The bridge crew could hear weezings and mumbled German curses before a shaky hand appeared. Hitler weakly pulled himself up into his chair, "Sorry..."his voice cracked, "spit went down...the wrong pipe."
He straightened up and cleared his throat, "You have 10 minutes." His image faded into the cheap starfield-a blanket with holes cut into the fabric with lights behind it.
The starfield suddenly burst into flames, "Johnsen!"
"Oops..."
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YAY! another chapter done. The part about 'back on the farm...' you can blame on my boyfriend J.D. and that's for you, Zoodlez. *breaks out into evil laughter* READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!!!
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CAPTAIN'S looooooooooooooog: stardate: 2119. The ship is at full stop (dp) as we try to (dp) FIGURE OOOOOOUT why (dp) we have not yet started (dp) to dance the (dp) DANCE OF DEATH...
Spock chicken-strutted onto the bridge, "Oh. My. Starry-eyed surprise! Sunset to-"
"Mr. (dp) Spock!"
Spock slid up to the command chair, "Yeeeeeeeees...?"
"Why (dp) have we not started (dp) DANCING yet?"
"Um...fun...?" Spock looked slightly confused.
"Kirk sighed dramatically and pinched the bridge of his nose, Hail (dp) Hitler."
The bridge crew rose, clicked their heels together, and raised their right hand, palm down, "Hail Hitler!"
Kirk again sighed dramatically, "Uhura (dp) hail the (dp) BIG AAAAAAAAAAAAASS ship."
Uhura looked around, smiling sheepishly, "Oh, of course, sir. Hailing now."
Adolf Hitler appeared on the screen. Behind him, his symbol stood out...like crazy Uncle Ed at Grandpa's funeral...crazy bi-otch...anyhoo, back at the farm...Hitler's symbol stood out behind him. It was a yellow happy face with a red swastika painted over it.
Hitler now spoke in English. His thought was to try and save Kirk at least a shread of dignity. Little did he know that Kirk had lost all of it at last year's Christmas party...but that's another story...
"Captain Kirk?"
"Yes (dp) I am."
"I am Adolf Hitler. I am here to tell you that very soon you will all start to dance. Unless you can find a cure-and that is highly unlikely-you will all die and your ship...what is it?"
"The (dp) Enterprise."
"...yes...the Enterprise will be MINE!" he broke into an evil cackle, "Mwahahaha ha-" he suddenly had a coughing fit.
He started to turn purple and he fell out of his chair. The bridge crew could hear weezings and mumbled German curses before a shaky hand appeared. Hitler weakly pulled himself up into his chair, "Sorry..."his voice cracked, "spit went down...the wrong pipe."
He straightened up and cleared his throat, "You have 10 minutes." His image faded into the cheap starfield-a blanket with holes cut into the fabric with lights behind it.
The starfield suddenly burst into flames, "Johnsen!"
"Oops..."
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YAY! another chapter done. The part about 'back on the farm...' you can blame on my boyfriend J.D. and that's for you, Zoodlez. *breaks out into evil laughter* READ AND REVIEW PEOPLE!!!
