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Meanwhile, back at the Starship Enterprise, smelled of cheese so Kirk ordered warp factor 8 and Spock said, “Fumigate the gate and beam me a good chiropractor and a psychiatrist as I’m having spinal pain delusions causing involuntary unhuman spasms of joy.” However, the protocol for voluntary use of Saurian Brandy was one sip every other year when the moon was waxing nostalgic over spilt milk. Then it happened, the brandy was needed right now to forget the space time continuum while eating escargot a la carte. Boy, I’m stuffed. I need to visit the little bunny foo foo for advice in matters of love. We were warmed to our toes by the fire drinking ice cold gin and tonics and nibbling some corn on the golden ironing board. “I’m impressed with those creases in space anomalies, I’m spaced out…
too," I concluded.