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| Captain, my 7-year Vulcan...err, sexual cycle...uhh, thing... anyway, I request immediate leave on my home planet-- | |
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| No need, Spock! I've anticipated this and secured the services of an experienced professional. | |
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| PON FARR, YEAH! WOO HOO! Uh, no weird "grips", mind melds, or anal. | |
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| Well, Spock? Get your ashes hauled? | |
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| Not now, Captain. Dr. McCoy is replicating some "penicillin" for me. | |
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