Bones, I’m fine. tongue numb What is happening to my hands?!?!
Look, biologically I’m only permitted to beat off every 7 years, so chill out on the judgment monkey man. (Uh oh, I’m slipping out of character!)
Spock? Have you been at the plant spores again?
It’s too late.
He’s Pine Jim! :eek:
Canada is nothing but death and disease. Like space.
I can fix it!
I’m a doctor, not a xenosexologist!
Gentlemen, I have a meeting with Admiral Douchebag tomorrow @ 0600. I must be at my best. Good night.
Jim, I’ve completed the mind meld and discovered some starling facts. In the other dimension, Vulcan is destroyed and my mother is killed. Also, it appears that I am in a romantic relationship with Lieutenant Uhura.
Given this data I have weighed the tradeoffs and have come to following conclusion: I must join you in the J.J. dimension. (Cuz, banging Uhura outweighs the needs of my people, or my mom).:o
That’s a frakkin T-Shirt!
Yup. Sleep beckons to me too. It is the next logical action.
Good night guys, this was fun.
Quick, Bones! Get the Vulcan sedative!!
Damn it, Jim! I’m a doctor, not a… good-night-wishing guy!
The needs of your mom outweigh everything.
Because she’s in a black hole.
Too soon?
Enough!! Vulcans require less sleep than humans, but you forget that I am half monkey-descendant like you. I must sleep.
We. Can’t. Stop. Ithastakenhold…offff us!
We all do! hypo-spray
Get a hold of yourself, man! slap!
Good night guys. 