SUMMARY : A Star Trek Script in Five Parts. Involves unemployed Klingons, iPods, mimblewhimble, Chingy, and dancing Vulcans. Not particularly serious.
DISCLAIMER : I don't anything but this Mac. That makes life easier. I don't even own the plot. But that's because there is no plot. Just for fun.
Kirk : Yawn
Bones : WAKE UP!
Kirk : ARGH!
Bones : (claps hands) Fun fun fun.
Kirk : Was not.
Chokov : Hate to interrupt, but we're heading for the nebula.
Kirk : grumble grumble Ok, well, what are we gonna do?
Bones : You tell us.
Kirk : Bring me a cup of coffee.
(Silence)
Kirk : That SO did not work. Spock, run diagnostics on stuff.
Spock :
Kirk : Hello? Spock?
Spock :
Kirk : What! Is! Wrong! With! You! People!
Spock : Bum, ooh, you got da bum, bum a, ooh, yeah, you got da bum...
Kirk : Gee, really? Don't these pants make me look fat?
Spock : Sorry? Were you talking to me? I was listening to Chingy on my iPod.
Bones : Snicker.
Kirk : RUN DIAGNOSTICS!
Spock : You mean check out the nebula?
Kirk : (snippishly) Isn't that what I just said?
Spock : Not really. Diagnostics are
Kirk : (Foaming) Just! Do! It!
Spock : grumblegrumble Touchy.
Klingons : Oh crud, a nebula.
Kirk : Losers.
Klingons : What? We can just turn around. No biggie.
Kirk : Crud. Saaaaay... Ladies... whadda ya say we make a deal?
Klingons : Maaaaaaay-be.
Kirk : whisperwhisper
Klingons No. 1 and No.2 : Deal! Lock on to them, we're getting out of here!
Bones : So, Jim, how's it making out with the Olsen twins when they're in full prosthetics?
Kirk : Shut up.
Spock : It was merely a scientific question.
Kirk : Shut up.
Chekov : You're covered in girl lipstick.
Kirk : SHUT UP!
All : dramatic gasp Fine then!
That was fun. But just wait til Scotty comes back! Hee hee...