Bones: Strange, the coordinates indicated a comfortable temperature here.Kirk: Shoot, I'm freezing my pitooties off. Bones, contact Scotty to beam us back up right away.
Bones: Umm, well, I don't have the communicator Jim.
Kirk: What! We're on an ice planet with no communicator! Let me get this straight. You don't have a tricorder?
Bones: No.
Kirk: No weapons?
Bones: That's correct.
Kirk: No communicator?
Bones: Not a one.
Kirk: So we have no forseeable way of reaching Scotty to get home.
Bones: It's looking that way Jim.
Kirk: I instructed you to get our things together while I was escorting that helpless, sexy purple lady around the ship to bed her in my quarters.
Bones: Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not some kind of red-shirted, Kirk-lackey.
Kirk: Damn it, where the hell's Spock?
2 comments:
I am disturbed sometimes with what some folks get up to with their action figures. I'm thinking that if you could find a Barbie somewhere (maybe She Who is to be Pitied has one floating around?) you could really have some fun with Kirk, Bones and the Starlet of the Week. Keep on doing what you're doing. I could always use a laugh! ;-)
Thanks for the backing. I'm glad it's not wasted out there. Hmmm, female dolls....that is a good idea.
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