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The starbase's security teams were all on the alert, looking for Sid. After an hour, their extensive search had still yielded no results. McCoy was starting to get worried.

"I don't like to think about what that thing could do to the life support systems!" the doctor exclaimed. "What if it cuts off the oxygen supply? Or what if it gets into the weapons system and blows us all to deep, dark, oblivion?"

"Then you'll finally get your peace and quiet," the Captain replied.

McCoy scowled.

Admiral Ortix walked into the room.

"Any luck, Admiral?" Captain Kirk asked.

Admiral Orix shook his head. "Nothing. Not even a sign of the specimen."

Spock raised an eyebrow, having been certain that the sloth would have destroyed at least two or three pieces of valuable equipment by now. He found it quite odd that there had been no sign of the sloth. In his previous experience, the sloth would demolish any shiny thing in sight if left alone and unsupervised for more than a brief thirty seconds. He was absolutely certain that the sloth must have gotten into something unseen and destroyed it in a very discreet and unnoticable way. There was also the possibility that the sloth was no longer on the base...

"Captain," Spock said, hoping to share his thoughts and assist in finding the sloth. "It is a possibility that--"

Spock was interrupted by a loud, clashing noise coming over the loudspeaker.

"What is that awful noise?" McCoy shouted, covering his ears.

"It sounds like an electric guitar going through a meat grinder," Chekov observed.

"It sounds more like an army of electric guitars and several thousand bass drums being attacked by a 10-foot jackhammer," McCoy said.

Spock raised an eyebrow at the doctor.

Just then, Sid calmly walked into the room, carrying his stick. "Hello, kidnapper-people," the sloth said, though he was barely heard over the loud noise.

"Sid, do you happen to know anything about that awful noise?" the Captain shouted to the sloth.

"I certainly do," the sloth replied. "It is the music of Falling Rocks."

"Falling Rocks?" the Captain repeated.

"That's certainly what it sounds like," McCoy said.

Captain Kirk ignored him. "What do you mean by Falling Rocks?" he asked the sloth.

"It is music by people who call themselves Falling Rocks," Sid replied. Then he frowned. "Or maybe it was Collapsing Bricks... Or Crumbling Boulders... Or maybe it--"

"I believe Sid is attempting to refer to the Earth band, the Rolling Stones," Spock interrupted.

Sid jumped up and down. "YES! The Rolling Stones!"

"I am familiar with the Rolling Stones," the Captain said. "But I don't recognize this song." He looked down at the sloth. "What song did you play?"

"All of them!" Sid announced proudly. "Quite a time-saver, huh?"

Suddenly the noise stopped.

"What happened?" Sid cried.

"My security team must have found the source and turned the music off," Admiral Ortix explained.

"But why?" Sid demanded. "I wasn't finished listening."

"We were," McCoy said. "And we make the rules here."

"Napoleonic dictators," the sloth muttered.

McCoy stared at Sid, then looked over at Captain Kirk. "Now how is it that that thing can't even remember the word for 'silver', but he talks about Napoleonic dictators?"

The Captain just shrugged.

"I happen to be a highly-evolved species," Sid explained.

"Riiiight," McCoy said. "And I'm Shakespeare."

Sid frowned. "Really? I thought he was taller."

"I was being sarcastic, Sid," McCoy said, rolling his eyes.

"Oh... Hmmm... I had some friends who were very sarcastic. One of them was a mammoth. He was so huge, he accidentally fell on me onceand I almost died!"

"You sure it was an accident?"

Sid frowned, and was deep in thought for a moment. McCoy saw his opportunity and grabbed the sloth and stuffed him back in the cage.

"HEY!" Sid cried. "I'm in a cage!"

"Well, fancy that," McCoy said. Then he turned to the Admiral. "He's all yours."