Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek. I couldn't care less. I - WAA! I wanna
own it! I wanna kill off characters! Waaa!
McCoy: You can do that anyway.
WAA. . .Oh, yeah.
Dislcaimer #2: I don't own Snodgrass. He's PearlGirl's.
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PearlGirl - Thanks. I like weirdness.
Alania - My Fan Fictions don't make sense. It's just one of those things.
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"Log Entries As Listened To By McCoy" Part: Seven.
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"Okay. Hmm. I don't think I'm quite ready to hear what Chekov has to say to that. Hmm . . ."
"*Snore*"
"Okay, okay. Let's hear. . .Ensign Snodgrass's."
"Whose?"
"Snodgrass. S-N-O-D-G-R-A-S-S. Just look for him."
"Oh, right. Hmm. Weird. I never noticed him before. Anyways, here we go:"
Personal Log: Ensign Eugene Snodgrass.
At least the computer remembers my name.
I've done a tally.
Kirk has asked me my name a total of 450,000 times in the last year.
And Spock, he-who-can-remember-everything has asked me 56,000.
What do I have to do to get people to remember me?
My name's easy enough to catch on.
I know. . .I could stick a huge bulletin board to my head! I could get McCoy to attach it! Then everyone could see my name from a mile away!
And Kirk thinks I haven't got a clue about anything. Well, I have! Red Shirt's have feelings! Just because we're expandable extras doesn't mean we have hearts! Without hearts there would be no point in shooting/spearing/killing-in-genraling us!
Heeheehee. I'm going to get started right now. . .with the help from some plastic Easter eggs and a Reese's, maybe.
[---End---]
"Wow. Maybe I haven't been giving that kid enough credit."
"Tell me about it. It was his great, great, great, great, great grandfather who invented Reeses."
"No kidding?"
"Nope."
McCoy: You can do that anyway.
WAA. . .Oh, yeah.
Dislcaimer #2: I don't own Snodgrass. He's PearlGirl's.
~~
PearlGirl - Thanks. I like weirdness.
Alania - My Fan Fictions don't make sense. It's just one of those things.
~~
"Log Entries As Listened To By McCoy" Part: Seven.
~~
"Okay. Hmm. I don't think I'm quite ready to hear what Chekov has to say to that. Hmm . . ."
"*Snore*"
"Okay, okay. Let's hear. . .Ensign Snodgrass's."
"Whose?"
"Snodgrass. S-N-O-D-G-R-A-S-S. Just look for him."
"Oh, right. Hmm. Weird. I never noticed him before. Anyways, here we go:"
Personal Log: Ensign Eugene Snodgrass.
At least the computer remembers my name.
I've done a tally.
Kirk has asked me my name a total of 450,000 times in the last year.
And Spock, he-who-can-remember-everything has asked me 56,000.
What do I have to do to get people to remember me?
My name's easy enough to catch on.
I know. . .I could stick a huge bulletin board to my head! I could get McCoy to attach it! Then everyone could see my name from a mile away!
And Kirk thinks I haven't got a clue about anything. Well, I have! Red Shirt's have feelings! Just because we're expandable extras doesn't mean we have hearts! Without hearts there would be no point in shooting/spearing/killing-in-genraling us!
Heeheehee. I'm going to get started right now. . .with the help from some plastic Easter eggs and a Reese's, maybe.
[---End---]
"Wow. Maybe I haven't been giving that kid enough credit."
"Tell me about it. It was his great, great, great, great, great grandfather who invented Reeses."
"No kidding?"
"Nope."