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Captain's Log, star date 2049, 11:59, in the alpha quadrant: those hidious bacon strips from the Lard planet seem to be invading our ship again...
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| You dirty strip of old bacon!!! I'll beat you to a pulp... Mr. Sparck, bring on the phasers, set on deep fry... | |
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| Aarrrgh! I shall distroy your ship, Captain Quirk! | |
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...after half an hour of strenouos struggling, all was safe again...
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| Captain, it seems the anomaly has vanished by itself... | |
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| It's the third time this week... we gotta do something about this... my cholesterol levels are rising beyond all limits! | |
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...meanwhile, down in the chow hall...
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| Ok Spotty, I got it under control, but try not to leave your MacDee's Happy Meal box next to the plasma generator again... I don't know if the machine will hold anothery arthery unclogging procedure | |
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| Ok, Ok, Bonsey... would you care to try my avocado salad...by the way, the replicators are still broken... | |
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