I don't own anything. Not Star Trek, not Disney, not Shatner (thank God), not Haldir (HE DIDN'T DIE). I'm feeling depressed now. R&R. Please. Hey wait, I do own Haldir. He's mine. Get your grimy mits off. See my Elfwood page? It SAYS I'm gently stroking Haldir. Take that. He's mine. But he's not in the story. That's really depressing. I'll post him later.
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CHAPTER FIVE: Ok, Back to the Plot. But Only if You R&R.
Most people thought that Tribby's Tribbalia Fun Planet © (A/N: MINE!! ALL MINE!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!) was a really fun place. Kirk had always wanted to go there. His life flashed before his eyes and he realized he'd never gone. If they somehow madly lived through this, he'd take the crew there for shore leave.
He promised himself this as the last three seconds of his life happened rather dramatically. Then Scotty laughed over the intercom and the thin air returned to normal.
"Scotty!" yelled Kirk "How did you do it?"
"Ah pushed the 'Generate Oxygen' button, Cap'n!"
"Scotty, you're un-Blacklisted. But I hate you. Sulu!" he said, flipping on the shipwide intercom. "Set course for Gamma Hydra Billionty-Zeenth! The whole crew is taking a shore leave on Tribby's Tribbalia Fun Planet."
"Keptin!" cried the entire crew. "You can't be serious!"
"I am."
"YAY!!!" said everybody really loud. "Is it true what he've heard about the free gifts?"
"Yep," said Kirk-o boy. "You each get a free 'fixed' tribble. (A/N: I want one! And Jas wants a free 'fixed' Chekov.)"
And so Sulu set his course and got over his stress because the idea of a free 'fixed' tribble just kinda works that way.
Short one this time, I'll post again soon. I hope Jasmine reads this one... and the next one... heh heh... And don't flame me about my silly friend. She's not my fault. Heh heh heh heh heh... evil...
