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| That's the signal! Code RED! | You are
about as useful as a midshipman that slept through his narcolepsy briefing.
You are half as trustworthy as a Ferrengi Used Bomb salesman. |
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| You couldn't tell the difference between a Klingon and a Vulcan if one was trying to kill you and the other correcting your posture! | I said
'Code red', not 'Goad Red....' |
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| Sir! Sensors
report an unidentified vessel in orbit. |
Communicator
- transmit standard "Salutations." |
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| Yes, sir, I will get right on that. |
I suggest you cooperate. |
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| The setting is sufficiently high that
you should vaporize faster than your nerves will be able to transmit... |
What are you... I said SAL-U-TA-TIONS! 'Say Hello.' not 'Slay Yellow!' |
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| So, he came in, said something about
an 'Empire' and started firing his weapon randomly? |
Yes, sir. So I shot him. One
shot, he folded like a Vragasssian Sunset Bat. |
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| Are we are war with the Klingons again? |
No, sir, he isn't a Klingon. It's
not that Empire. |
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| How can you be sure? |
Well, the Klingon's don't wear armor... |
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| and if they did, it's a safe bet they'd
use armor that provided some sort of protection. |
This plastic stuff wouldn't stop a
blaster. I can't imagine why they'd wear it into a combat situation. |
