“Computer.” “Yes, Captain?” “Tea. Long Island. And don’t skimp.” “That will max out your grog ration for this stardate.” “Yes, mother. As if I didn’t know you’d report me to Starfleet if I tried to sneak more. As if I … Continue reading →
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