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It was about 1.074 hours later, and Spock was exhausted. He had, to the Captain's great amusement, explained to Ensign Sulu what had happened to the Replicator, then reported this information to Engineer Scott. Spock and Engineer Scott had been working on fixing the replicator for approximately the last hour and 5.4 minutes.

I think I've got it. The Engineer said, stepping away from the replicator and wiping sweat off his face.

Spock thought about this. It was not logical for the Chief Engineer to discontinue working, as he only thought that he had fixed it. It was not yet a proven fact. Spock chose, though, to say nothing, and to continue working.

After a few minutes, he looked up. I believe, Mr. Scott, that I have accurately fixed the replicator's bio-database. It would be logical that we test out the Replicator to see if it is functioning normally.

All righ'. Mr. Scott said, I'll order something, if ye don' mind. It's been a long day.... Replicator, how about some Scotch?

Thank you for your order. It would be logical that you also have an entree with your order.

Engineer Scott looked at the replicator in surprise. Mr. Spock, what did ye do to this blasted machine?

It was a very open-ended question. Spock did not know which aspect of his work the Engineer wanted comment on.

Mr. Scott, I believe I have already told you this. I entered the replicator's manufacturing number into the computer which resulted in the code to the main database. From this I got the information which -

The Chief Engineer silenced him with a wave of his hand. All righ', replicator,He said,I'll order somethin' else to eat. Replicator, give me some Colcannon.

Thank you for your order. Your food is ready. The replicator said in an almost mocking tone, and as Mr. Scott waited anxiously for his food, something arrived. The Engineer groaned. It was meatloaf.

Spock raised an eyebrow. He was sure that he had entered the binary code properly. Possibly someone had hacked into the computer system as what the humans called a practical joke'. In that case , there would be no way to fix the replicator. Spock wondered why humans performed these practical jokes, as it only wasted time and, in some cases, lost the starship equipment. It was quite illogical.

Perhaps we should contact the nearest Starbase and ask for a new replicator. Spock suggested,It seems the only thing we can do at the time.

Mr. Scott was about to reply when suddenly both of them heard the loud beeping sound that was Red Alert. The Captain's voice came floating in from the comm unit in the midst of this confusion.

Mr. Spock, report to the bridge immediately. Kirk out.

Spock heard this and rushed out of the room, leaving behind a bewildered Engineer. Mr. Scott stood there for some time, and then, in the middle of a potential emergency, reached down for the meatloaf.

I knew I should have eaten earlier. The Chief Engineer mused to himself, then dug in to his treasure.


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A/N - Sorry everybody! This story is slowly becoming more serious.... I can't help it! This thing is seriously writing itself!

Again, this would be the place where I acknowledge the people who reviewed ... but ... ahem ... no one reviewed.... don't worry I'm just joking around. So, now this becomes the place where I write any random thing that comes into my mind! Remember, people, you can skip this part and go straight to the next chapter.

Humans: KILL TASKEMUS! BECAUSE ..... WE FEEL LIKE KILLING PEOPLE!!
Taskemus(AKA me): Help!!!!*runs to Klingon home world*
Klingons: Last chapter you compared a Klingon to one of those filthy Vulcans. YOU MUST DIE!!!!!
Taskemus: AAA! THE KLINGONS ARE AFTER ME!*escapes to Romulus*
Romulans: Yay! A new hostage! KILL TASKEMUS!!!!
Taskemus: Help! The Klingons AND the Romulans are trying to kill me! *runs to Vulcan*
Vulcans: Exactly 822.24 words ago, you compared one of our kind to an enemy race. This is illogical, and the penalty for illogic is death.
Taskemus: HELP! THE KLINGONS AND THE ROMULANS AND THE VULCANS ARE AFTER ME!!! *faints out of sheer terror...either that or the heat*

Ok that was very strange. I can blame you people for not reviewing... I'm crazy. =D


Keep reading, everyone! I update this thing every few days. =)