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Spoccer276—Yeah, we'd heard something like that about Daddy Long-Legs before… except the thing about the corner of the mouth. Well, this fic does have a basic plot, but we go off on a lot of random tangents. : )

Narrator: All right, now we are back with Doctor Death, Little Doctor Death, the Authors and Snodgrass in the large room. Doctor Death is still trying to fix his cloning machine.

Doctor Death: This isn't WORKING!

PearlGirl: Poor Doctor Death. You've been working on that machine for two stories now and it still isn't working.

Alania: Maybe humans just aren't meant to be turned into mindless zombie clones.

Doctor Death: Don't be ridiculous! Kirk is fated to be cloned just as much as I am fated to use his clone to become the supreme ruler of the universe.

PearlGirl: …and, apparently, just as much as you are fated not to get this machine to work properly.

Alania: Fate just isn't what it used to be.

Snodgrass: Does that mean I'm not fated to die?

PearlGirl: Nope, you're doomed to die. There's a difference.

Snodgrass: (sadly) Oh.

PearlGirl: (shouting) Look at the ceiling! (points up)

Narrator: They all look up and see nothing.

Little Doctor Death: You're weird.

PearlGirl: (sighs) They're late. It's not my fault!

Narrator: Suddenly there is a crashing sound from above their heads. Spock, McCoy, Kirk, Sulu, Chekov, Uhura and the remaining two red-shirts come crashing down through the ceiling from a vent that ran above their heads. Spock is the only one who lands on his feet. The rest stumble out of the debris of plaster.

Spock: Doctor, It was most illogical of you to try and crawl into that portion of the vent, especially since I warned you previously that it was unstable.

McCoy: Oh sure, blame me.

Sulu: Why not? You were the one who insisted on going this way!

Chekov: Een Russia, our wents are made much more stable.

Sulu: Vents just aren't made the way they used to be.

Doctor Death: Hey, who are these people? Intruders! (points gun at them) Put your hands up!

Kirk: Um, we just wanted to ask for directions?

McCoy: Hey, it's that crazy mad scientist guy, the one who we met the last time we came to this planet.

Kirk: You mean the one who tried to clone us?

McCoy: (nods) That's the one.

Sulu: (slaps own forehead) Now I know why this place looked so familiar!

Doctor Death: I said, hands up! NOW!

Narrator: The starfleeters all put their hands up. Doctor Death walks around them.

Doctor Death: Ah yes, I remember you. You were the ones whom I tried to clone, only instead of ending up with mindless slaves all I got were little kids. (grins evilly) Well, I have a much better universe-conquering plan now.

Kirk: Care to enlighten us?

Doctor Death: (frowns) No! I have to get back to fixing my cloning machine. It's almost finished.

Sulu: But whenever the bad guy captures the heroes, he always tells them his plan! Then he gets to brag and stuff, and when the heroes escape—err, I mean, then he kills the heroes and conquers the universe.

Doctor Death: Well, the killing the heroes and conquering the universe stuff sounds good, but I don't know about telling you my plan. It's just so... cliché.

Sulu: Don't call it a cliché—call it a... tradition.

Chorus from The Fiddler on the Roof: (singing) Traditioooon… tradition!

Doctor Death: Who are those guys? Get them out of my lab!

Alania: Whoops. Err… (She snaps her fingers, and the chorus disappears.) There.

Doctor Death: Hmmm... I'll think about telling you. But for now you'll have to step inside this cage here while I finish fixing my cloning machine.

Kirk: What if we don't want to step inside that cage?

McCoy: Yeah, that was the cell we were in last time!

Uhura: Does it still have a hole in it?

Doctor Death: Why don't you step inside and see?

Spock: That would be most illogical. You are obviously trying to lure us in so that we could be more easily controlled.

Doctor Death: (sadly) Is it really that obvious?

Everyone: (nods)

Doctor Death: Well then, this must be just as obvious! (gestures with weird gun thing)

Sulu: (nervously) Oh, you want us to get in the cage? Sure. No problem!

Narrator: Sulu, Chekov and the two red-shirted ensigns run into the cage.

McCoy: (shines tricorder light on Doctor Death) Darn it!

Spock: I believe I already informed you that it only works on red-shirts.

McCoy: Nothing wrong with trying!

Doctor Death: Yeah. Maybe I should try and see if this works on doctors! (gestures with gun)

McCoy: Err—that's okay. I was just getting in the cage, anyway

Narrator: McCoy gets in the cage.

Uhura: Eeeew. It looks so dirty!

Sulu: Don't worry; the spider-webs catch most of the dirt.

Uhura: (screams) I HATE spiders!

Doctor Death: Hmmmm. Well, maybe you'd rather be thrown into the alligator pit.

Uhura: (hastily) No need, no need. Err, I can handle a few spiders. What do you think I am, a wimp? (gets in cage)

Kirk: (smirks) The thought had occurred to me.

Uhura: Oh, well I don't see you getting into the cage, you coward!

Kirk: Coward? NOBODY calls James T. Kirk a coward! I'll show you! (gets in cage)

Doctor Death: Care to join them, Mister Spock? Or shall I fry you with my gun? I've been dying to see if it works the same way on Vulcans!

Spock: That will not be necessary. (gets in cage)

Doctor Death: (slams cage door) Muahahahaha! You shall NEVER ESCAPE!

McCoy: (to Kirk) You know, Jim, I don't think getting into this cage was such a good idea.

Alania: No, it probably wasn't.

Pearlgirl: (wanders over to the cloning machine) You haven't made much progress on this thing, have you?

Doctor Death: No! Don't touch that! (runs over to Pearlgirl) I ought to put you in the cage too. And you! (looks over at Snodgrass, who has been standing inconspicuously in a corner) All, right, you Authors, and the red-shirt too—into the cage! (opens cage door and gestures with gun)

Snodgrass: Err, why? That cage doesn't look very nice. (considers) Will you shoot me if I don't go in there?

Doctor Death: (looks at him as though he's an idiot) What do you think I have this gun for?

Snodgrass: Good point. (gets in cage)

Doctor Death: And you Authors too!

Alania: All right. No need to lose your temper. (gets in cage)

Pearlgirl: You're too tense. You should relax more. (gets in cage)

Doctor Death: (Slams cage door) There we go! All my distractions are gone! Now I can finally work on my cloning machine in PEACE!

Kirk: Hey, it's the ensign with the weird name!

McCoy: I thought he died.

Snodgrass: Not yet.

Kirk: Darn it. Now I have to go to all the trouble of remembering your name. What is it?

Snodgrass: It's Snodgrass.

Kirk: Oh yeah. Ensign Schmodrass. How could I forget?

PearlGirl: (looks around) This cage is so drab. (To Doctor Death) Who's your interior designer? Whatever you paid them, it was too much!

Little Doctor Death: (still sitting in a corner playing with his chemistry kit) I did it, I did it!

Alania: Did what?

Little Doctor Death: I invented a type of edible play-doh! I called it, Play-dough! You can get it in two flavors: cookie dough and brownie batter.

PearlGirl: I want some!

Will be updated as soon as we get around to it! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!