[Chekov:] “Am I… zeeing zings!?”
[Sulu:] “Not unless I am too. Captain… that thing’s a… giant hand.”
Sick.
Prescription is a gallon of Star Trek a day, plus all the tea and absurdity I can drink.
That is all.
[Chekov:] “Am I… zeeing zings!?”
[Sulu:] “Not unless I am too. Captain… that thing’s a… giant hand.”
Sick.
Prescription is a gallon of Star Trek a day, plus all the tea and absurdity I can drink.
That is all.