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| Mr. Shatner, were there any heads on the Enterprise? How did you go to the bathroom? | |
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| No, we'd just go in our pants, and Scotty would promptly beam all the offending molecules away. Far more sanitary than using a toilet. | |
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| Scotty, between today's burritos and the Rigelian clap, I'm dripping pee, and about to crap a log the size of Vulcan. I need your magic fast! | |
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| Thanks, Scotty, you're a true life saver. But just out of curiosity. what happened to all that waste I generated? | |
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| Och, I beamed the whole shit and your piddle to the Klingons' engine room, where there'll be no dribble at all! | |
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