home
***
CD-ROM
|
disk
|
FTP
|
other
***
search
/
Floppyshop 2
/
Floppyshop - 2.zip
/
Floppyshop - 2.iso
/
diskmags
/
4671-5.790
/
dmg-4790
/
power_20
/
startrek.pwr
< prev
next >
Wrap
Text File
|
1989-12-31
|
4KB
|
105 lines
-- Star Trek ------------------------------------------------------------------
Captain's Log, 22-3304.
"Following orders from Starfleet we are now orbiting the "C" class
Colonial Outpost of Regina Foxtrot Uniform (CORFU). Spock and Checkov
have taken a search party down to investigate."
SPOCK: Fascinating Mr Checkov. It appears the people of CORFU live
a life of complete pleasure. The concept of pleasure I find quite
interesting, if completely alien to my fantastically powerful intellect.
CHECKOV: Yis Sir, Ceptin Spock. Dasvidanya.
Captain's Log 23-3355
"Due to changes in the atmosphere of the New World planet Nookie-96, the
Enterprise has been ordered to stabalise its present status. On board is Dr.
Helmeringhausen. As our expert, he will lead an expeditionary landing party
together with Science Officer Spock and a few expendable yoeman."
KIRK: Dr Helme...Helfart...Hanghelm...Oh shit.
Prepare the landing party, and leave Lt. Uhura alone.
Dr H: Ja wohl, Mein Fuhr...Mein Kapitan.
SPOCK: Captain, can I call you Jim, can stroke your...
KIRK: Lt. Uhura, open all hailing frequencies.
Scan the planet for intelligent life.
Lt. Uhura: Captain, not much in the way of life, only a few communities of
students, spread sporadically over the planet, nothing important.
McCOY: Jim, let me go, they need me, I'm a docter God Dammit!
SPOCK: I'm a DirectOR, not an ActOR.
Lt. Uhura: Spock, I need a DirectOR, not a Vibra...
KIRK: UHURA!! Silence on the bridge, or I'll have you for Contempt of Captain.
Uhura, you've got detention today, Spock, you can have a black mark.
----------------------------
Dr H: Hokay, Mr Scottish ve are ready, beam uz daown.
SPOCK: Hmn, fascinating, the Tri-Corder is giving strange random readings.
CHECKOV: Keptin, did you puttin de korrect size betteries.
SPOCK: Oh. Here you do it. Right. Hmn, Fascinating, the Tri-Corder indicates
a profusion of CFCs in the atmosphere.
CHECKOV: CFCs?
Dr H: Carbonated Floride Compounds. Or something similar. Interresting.
Usually produced from mouth wash, deoderant, after-shave etc.
SPOCK: The Students?
Dr H: Hygeine, students. Surely you jest Mr Spot.
SPOCK: Spock.
Dr H: You may call me Dr. Hokay I haf zeen enuff. Let us deepart.
------------------------------
KIRK: Dr, there must be...something we can...do to stabalise this...planet.
Dr H: Ja, Seig Heil, there iz only von zolution, Zee Final Zolution,
Exterminate, Exterminate...
KIRK: McCoy!! Get down here quick, the square head's gone nuts.
McCOY: Take that sausage muncher, remember Dresden, Ha ha ha ahha aha...
KIRK: Get ahold of yourself Bones. Leave THAT alone, you'll go blind.
SPOCK: Jim, there is only one way to stabilise the planet,
with a photon torpedo.
KIRK: Christ, that's a bit drastic, isn't it?
SPOCK: Possibly, but would look nice from up here.
KIRK: Hmn, okay. Sulu, prepare photon torpedoes.
SULU: Photon tubes ready Captian, Ha Ha ha ha haar.
Lt. Uhura: Captain, what about the students?
KIRK: F*** the students, Ha ha ha ha, Fire, ha ha ha.
-------------------------
Starfleets Log 22-3306
"Due to an excellent job Captain Kirk will be promoted to Admiral.
The mass-murder of 35 Million students, will be overlooked."