Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Star Trek Voyager characters,
starships, sonic showers, etc. THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME!
Last time, on Star Trek: Voyager.
Suddenly, a light turns on to in a dark room to reveal.
MONKEYS SMOKING CIGARS!!!
MSC1: Who turned the light on! You aren't supposed to know who we are until the last chapter!
Janitor: Oops.
MSC2: You idiot. You shall die!
Monkey Smoking a Cigar 2 blasts the Janitor with a Solar Beam, incinerating him.
MSC1: Where did you get that?
MSC2: Oddish.
MSC1: Ah.
In a level X corridor.
Tuvok's screams are still echoing down the corridor.
Neelix opens his stall door, having finally stopped screaming.
Neelix: Mr. Vulcan? He must have what I have too! I am not alone!
He sets out to find his friend.
Cut back to Tuvok, who is on his hands and knees, staring at the floor drooling.
Tuvok: * Slobber *
Neelix runs up.
Neelix: Mr. Vulcan! Mr. Vulcan! I heard you cry of anguish, and I believe I can help!
Tuvok looks up, still drooling, and starting to foam at the mouth.
Neelix: Uh, maybe this will cure that too.
He hands him a mysterious pill.
Tuvok: Thank you. Mr. Neelix.
Neelix: You are most welcome, Mr. Vulcan! Anytime you need any help with your. Problem. No matter how difficult the situation, do not hesitate to-
Tuvok: Wait. I believe there is some way you may help me.
Neelix: So soon?
We cut to a shot of another corridor, where Neelix is tip toeing toward a turbolift door.
Neelix: Oh, I don't like this, I don't like this at all.
Meanwhile, Tuvok has taken another turbolift ( Yes, level X is HUGE! ) up to the bridge.
He emerges onto the bridge, where he finds the entire crew staring at the horror on the viewscreen.
A ship is attempting to fry them with a giant magnifying glass.
Harry: Captain, deck breach in progress of level X!
Everyone: LEVEL X????
Janeway: .. The toilet waste storage.
Brownish-greenish gloop splashes out of Voyager and covers the other ship, causing it to instantly disintegrate. The mass then moves on, out of sight.
Janeway: . Well, now we know that Tuvok had some laxatives in his medicine!
Tuvok: I had nothing of the sort, now if you will excuse me, I will take my post.
Tom: Tuvy! Where have you been, bro?
Tuvok: Silence. I am still the chief of security. I can throw you in the brig if I want.
Tom: I dare you to.
Moments later, Tom finds himself in the brig.
Tuvok: Now where was I? Oh, yes.
He proceeds to punch a lot of buttons on one of the control panels at his station. What he is doing is anybody's guess.
Tuvok: Ah! I have found you!
Meanwhile, in a dark room.
???: Well, I am glad that we were able to mask our identity once more, MSC2!
???: Yes, brother. We may now commence our plan b!
The sound of a button clicking is heard.
???: Crewman! Launch the cloaked vessel toward Voyager!
Crewman's Voice: Um.. Sir. We have a small problem.
???: What is it?
Crewman's Voice: They had burritos for lunch.
???: WHAT?!?
???: We shall have to resort to plan.. Uh. XY6346!!!
???: I didn't know we had a plan XY6346..
???: I just came up with it!
???: Ah.
Back on the Voyager bridge.
Janeway: Well, I think that level X should receive a compliment for saving the ship from those evil alien invaders.
Crew: Yes, Captain!
They all rush off to their quarters, except for Tuvok, who is busy working away still.
Tuvok: There you are, my precious. It won't be long now.
Suddenly, the ship jolts, as if an invisible cloaked ship had somehow penetrated the shields, and latched on to the hull, where it was furiously boring away into an unfortunate crewman's quarters so it could take over the ship from the inside.
Tuvok: Dagnabbit!
A random red shirt's quarters.
Red Shirt: Why must I be called a red shirt when I am only wearing a plain jumpsuit at the moment?
Writer: Because, the readers must know that you are about to die, and it is easy to convey that when I name you are "red shirt" because they always die in a Star Trek episode.
Red Shirt: You realize, that I will call in my lawyers if you lay on finger on-
He is cut off ( Literally ) as a cutting beam makes its way across the room.
Writer: This is what happens to those who threaten me.
The cutting beam then slices through the writer's bag of chips and bottle of chocolate surup.
Writer: You shall pay.
He materializes into the quarters, and proceeds to charge up a huge golden ball of pure energy, which he shoots out at the starship attached to the hull.
Writer: Oh, nuts. Now I'm in this story.
On the bridge.
Tuvok: Well, that rocking must be nothing to worry about, I must attend to my current project.
In the dark room, a clicking sound is heard.
???: Um. Sir? The Writer had entered to story, and he has destroyed our ship.
???: Excellent. This is all going according to plan.
???: And here I thought that you were being stupid.
???: What was that?!?
???: * Cough * Allergies * Cough *
???: Ah. COMMENCING PHASE TWO!!!
???: Aye, aye!
Cut to the outside of the starship Voyager.
A hole of pure green energy sparkles into existences behind Voyager, and grows larger in each passing second.
It is finally big enough to swallow Voyager, and this it does, whirling it into an oblivion of strange glowing pockets of green balls, and a rushing of motion sickness.
The crew hangs on for dear life, as Tuvok fumbles with his equipment. Trying to push one final button on his panel, which reads.
" Modifications Complete, Pleases Press Enter To Continue "
It is just out of his reach.
Last time, on Star Trek: Voyager.
Suddenly, a light turns on to in a dark room to reveal.
MONKEYS SMOKING CIGARS!!!
MSC1: Who turned the light on! You aren't supposed to know who we are until the last chapter!
Janitor: Oops.
MSC2: You idiot. You shall die!
Monkey Smoking a Cigar 2 blasts the Janitor with a Solar Beam, incinerating him.
MSC1: Where did you get that?
MSC2: Oddish.
MSC1: Ah.
In a level X corridor.
Tuvok's screams are still echoing down the corridor.
Neelix opens his stall door, having finally stopped screaming.
Neelix: Mr. Vulcan? He must have what I have too! I am not alone!
He sets out to find his friend.
Cut back to Tuvok, who is on his hands and knees, staring at the floor drooling.
Tuvok: * Slobber *
Neelix runs up.
Neelix: Mr. Vulcan! Mr. Vulcan! I heard you cry of anguish, and I believe I can help!
Tuvok looks up, still drooling, and starting to foam at the mouth.
Neelix: Uh, maybe this will cure that too.
He hands him a mysterious pill.
Tuvok: Thank you. Mr. Neelix.
Neelix: You are most welcome, Mr. Vulcan! Anytime you need any help with your. Problem. No matter how difficult the situation, do not hesitate to-
Tuvok: Wait. I believe there is some way you may help me.
Neelix: So soon?
We cut to a shot of another corridor, where Neelix is tip toeing toward a turbolift door.
Neelix: Oh, I don't like this, I don't like this at all.
Meanwhile, Tuvok has taken another turbolift ( Yes, level X is HUGE! ) up to the bridge.
He emerges onto the bridge, where he finds the entire crew staring at the horror on the viewscreen.
A ship is attempting to fry them with a giant magnifying glass.
Harry: Captain, deck breach in progress of level X!
Everyone: LEVEL X????
Janeway: .. The toilet waste storage.
Brownish-greenish gloop splashes out of Voyager and covers the other ship, causing it to instantly disintegrate. The mass then moves on, out of sight.
Janeway: . Well, now we know that Tuvok had some laxatives in his medicine!
Tuvok: I had nothing of the sort, now if you will excuse me, I will take my post.
Tom: Tuvy! Where have you been, bro?
Tuvok: Silence. I am still the chief of security. I can throw you in the brig if I want.
Tom: I dare you to.
Moments later, Tom finds himself in the brig.
Tuvok: Now where was I? Oh, yes.
He proceeds to punch a lot of buttons on one of the control panels at his station. What he is doing is anybody's guess.
Tuvok: Ah! I have found you!
Meanwhile, in a dark room.
???: Well, I am glad that we were able to mask our identity once more, MSC2!
???: Yes, brother. We may now commence our plan b!
The sound of a button clicking is heard.
???: Crewman! Launch the cloaked vessel toward Voyager!
Crewman's Voice: Um.. Sir. We have a small problem.
???: What is it?
Crewman's Voice: They had burritos for lunch.
???: WHAT?!?
???: We shall have to resort to plan.. Uh. XY6346!!!
???: I didn't know we had a plan XY6346..
???: I just came up with it!
???: Ah.
Back on the Voyager bridge.
Janeway: Well, I think that level X should receive a compliment for saving the ship from those evil alien invaders.
Crew: Yes, Captain!
They all rush off to their quarters, except for Tuvok, who is busy working away still.
Tuvok: There you are, my precious. It won't be long now.
Suddenly, the ship jolts, as if an invisible cloaked ship had somehow penetrated the shields, and latched on to the hull, where it was furiously boring away into an unfortunate crewman's quarters so it could take over the ship from the inside.
Tuvok: Dagnabbit!
A random red shirt's quarters.
Red Shirt: Why must I be called a red shirt when I am only wearing a plain jumpsuit at the moment?
Writer: Because, the readers must know that you are about to die, and it is easy to convey that when I name you are "red shirt" because they always die in a Star Trek episode.
Red Shirt: You realize, that I will call in my lawyers if you lay on finger on-
He is cut off ( Literally ) as a cutting beam makes its way across the room.
Writer: This is what happens to those who threaten me.
The cutting beam then slices through the writer's bag of chips and bottle of chocolate surup.
Writer: You shall pay.
He materializes into the quarters, and proceeds to charge up a huge golden ball of pure energy, which he shoots out at the starship attached to the hull.
Writer: Oh, nuts. Now I'm in this story.
On the bridge.
Tuvok: Well, that rocking must be nothing to worry about, I must attend to my current project.
In the dark room, a clicking sound is heard.
???: Um. Sir? The Writer had entered to story, and he has destroyed our ship.
???: Excellent. This is all going according to plan.
???: And here I thought that you were being stupid.
???: What was that?!?
???: * Cough * Allergies * Cough *
???: Ah. COMMENCING PHASE TWO!!!
???: Aye, aye!
Cut to the outside of the starship Voyager.
A hole of pure green energy sparkles into existences behind Voyager, and grows larger in each passing second.
It is finally big enough to swallow Voyager, and this it does, whirling it into an oblivion of strange glowing pockets of green balls, and a rushing of motion sickness.
The crew hangs on for dear life, as Tuvok fumbles with his equipment. Trying to push one final button on his panel, which reads.
" Modifications Complete, Pleases Press Enter To Continue "
It is just out of his reach.