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| Very well, Beeker. I believe we are ready to retrieve the..... |
Freeze! Nobody Moves! |
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| Vark! Secure the researchers! Search the premises! Cover the exits! |
Got it!
What are you people doing here! On it! Pikachu! Meep! |
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| Nothing over here! Or here! Anyone see a bathroom? |
Over there! What's that? I mean really! You didn't even knock! |
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| Anyone see anything? Oh! Wait, what's THIS! |
Checking the vestibule! |
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| Cover me! I'm
going for the pantry! |
Oh. It's a
wastebasket. Nice pattern. |
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| Vestibule's
clear, sir! |
I
de-mand to know, what is the meaning of this? |
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| We're
here to rescue you. |
Rescue?
From what? |
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| Well,
Sector Command said to check on you as we went by your planet. |
And
by 'check on' you assumed we were in trouble? |
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|
They said you'd been out of communications for 4 months, and everyone knows
about research scientists on far away planets without communications.... |
Our
research is with phenomena that are sensitive to subspace emanations. We
secured our subspace transceiver for six months. We scheduled it with
Sector Command. |
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| Oh.
You'd probably have preferred that we use shuttles than transporters, then. |
Yippee
Skippee we would! Tell me you didn't just completely eviscerate four months of work! |
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| Um,
sorry, but, well, we were told about researchers on a faraway... |
No
mail, no new entertainments, no FederationOnLine access, no new episodes
of the MuppetShow... |
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| Look,
we said we were sorry. But you know how it is... |
I
want you people out. OUT! |
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|
You want us to wait for a shuttle to pick us up? |
No
point now. Just tranport. After we catch up on the mail, we have
to start all over again. |
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| Okay,
people, file out and leave these gentlemen to their research. Sorry.
So sorry. |
Told you I should have driven.
Shuddup, Chief Sierra.
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| Are they gone? | You
must make absolutely sure they are. |
