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Can't wait.
Help me.
Then we've got to get those men up.
The transporter malfunctioned, divided me, created a duplicate.
Energize.
My negative self is under restraint in Sickbay,
Understood, captain.
Now 41 degrees below zero.
Sulu here.
Yes, sir.
Temperature's still dropping.
Mr. Sulu.
Me.
I can understand.
Isn't there any way we can help them?
You picked a good day, Fisher.
where would you go to elude a mass search?
No word from Mister Sulu, sir.
One phaser quit on us, three still operating.
Well, Dr. McCoy seemed to think that I should check on you.
He is the captain.
Remember the scratches? Look how he's tried to hide them.
Captain Kirk, ready to beam up.
Yes.
IT WASN'T ME. -- IT WAS YOU, SIR!
Some kind of savage, ferocious opposite.
Back to that bed, bucko. Come on, let's go.
"Could be, if, maybe." All guesswork so far, just theory.
Yes, all right.
had been created by the transporter malfunction.
my own indecisiveness growing.
117 below.
Decisions are becoming more and more difficult.
HE IS BACK
Captain's log, stardate 1673.1.
The animal will be unconscious for only a few minutes.
Yes, that's right, the men.
Like what?
Helmsman, steady as she goes.
It wasn't me.
Thermo-heaters were transported down. They duplicated.
We have an impostor aboard
I'll be glad when this is over.