Disclaimer: I am a Psychic. I do not own Star Trek. Wow. I'm amazing,
aren't I?
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Chapter Four: Kirk's Logs
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"Ehem."
"Ehem what?"
"It's the next chapter."
"So it is. How amazing."
"We had a deal."
"Ok, ok. Whose do you wanna hear first?"
"Lets start at the top of the list. Kirks."
"Oooookay. But you gotta treat your own mental trauma."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just dish the dirt already."
"Okay, okay. . ."
Captain's Log, starDate. . .Aw, it doesn't matter anyway. I mean, whose really gonna listen to this anyway? If it's my personal log then I'm going to FireWall it and send it to my mother to annoy her.
Um. . .okay, Scotty's going to have to FireWall it. I have absolutely no idea how. Ehem. Moving along.
Guess what that stupid female Yeoman did today? She spilt the coffee. All over my lap. Then she offered to mop it up! I mean, yes, she's pretty, but she's my Yeoman. Everyone knows Yeoman suck. And if I made a move on her, then she'd assume my weird Evil twin had come back and they'd lock me up in Sick Bay with Bones.
And possibly Spock, if Bones goes through with this whole 'pin' idea.
I mean, he could probably've thought of something better than a pin. A whole box of pins would have been my idea.
But no more Physicals!
Wait, does that mean that he could probably make up my Physical results, doesn't it? He could make me out as fat! Maybe I am fat! Maybe that's why Author wont gimmie any girls! Maybe she thinks I don't deserve 'em! Oh! The humility! *Sob*
Oh, grow up. I don't care about women. . .*sob*. Computer pause!
"That's as far as he got."
"And you have to listen to this every day?"
"Yes."
"Mind switching jobs for a while?"
"Yes."
"I thought you might."
[A/N] It's Saturday, I'm hacked off at School, I wanna vent some creative (or as some people put it, uncreative) feeling. I know. I'll write a whole bunch of these. And upload the next part to The Emailing Series! Oh yes. Thanks again to PearlGirl for her idea!
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Chapter Four: Kirk's Logs
~~
"Ehem."
"Ehem what?"
"It's the next chapter."
"So it is. How amazing."
"We had a deal."
"Ok, ok. Whose do you wanna hear first?"
"Lets start at the top of the list. Kirks."
"Oooookay. But you gotta treat your own mental trauma."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just dish the dirt already."
"Okay, okay. . ."
Captain's Log, starDate. . .Aw, it doesn't matter anyway. I mean, whose really gonna listen to this anyway? If it's my personal log then I'm going to FireWall it and send it to my mother to annoy her.
Um. . .okay, Scotty's going to have to FireWall it. I have absolutely no idea how. Ehem. Moving along.
Guess what that stupid female Yeoman did today? She spilt the coffee. All over my lap. Then she offered to mop it up! I mean, yes, she's pretty, but she's my Yeoman. Everyone knows Yeoman suck. And if I made a move on her, then she'd assume my weird Evil twin had come back and they'd lock me up in Sick Bay with Bones.
And possibly Spock, if Bones goes through with this whole 'pin' idea.
I mean, he could probably've thought of something better than a pin. A whole box of pins would have been my idea.
But no more Physicals!
Wait, does that mean that he could probably make up my Physical results, doesn't it? He could make me out as fat! Maybe I am fat! Maybe that's why Author wont gimmie any girls! Maybe she thinks I don't deserve 'em! Oh! The humility! *Sob*
Oh, grow up. I don't care about women. . .*sob*. Computer pause!
"That's as far as he got."
"And you have to listen to this every day?"
"Yes."
"Mind switching jobs for a while?"
"Yes."
"I thought you might."
[A/N] It's Saturday, I'm hacked off at School, I wanna vent some creative (or as some people put it, uncreative) feeling. I know. I'll write a whole bunch of these. And upload the next part to The Emailing Series! Oh yes. Thanks again to PearlGirl for her idea!