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| James T. Kirk, you have been found guilty of appearing in a dismal TV show. The sentence is death. Do you have a last request? | |
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| Could I sing my favorite song? | |
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| Sure, so long as it's not "10,000,000,000 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall". Don't think we don't know that trick. | |
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| Thanks. Ahem: I'm not. SLEEPY yet. And there is no place I'm? Goin' to. In the? Jingle. JANGLE mornin'? I'll come FOLLOWIN' ya... | |
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| Nice try, but our Klingon aural physiology enables us to withstand that song. | |
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