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Whatever. Who cares?
-[both grunting] -BOIMLER: Oh, no. No, no, no.
exotic planet while you're stuckright here.
♪
with that endocrine system, Ensign.
[screams]
-You getting married after this?-No.
Captain, we're being drawn into a temporal rift.
[both singing in Klingon]
He is just in time for the peace accords.
-[grunts] -[groaning]
Transmitting confirmation on secure channel gamma sev...
[Mariner and K'orin singing in Klingon]
-so thanks, Rutherford. -[door whooshes open]
and which aliens are which-- how?
Hello, alien people.
-[sighs] -MARINER: Buried alive...
Thank you, sir.
[grunts] My bones.
You want to tell me about Tellarites, too?
Boy! Land in Little Qo'noS. I want gagh!
It would have been weird if I acted all stuffy.
-If we hurry, maybe we can get him. -[sighs]
-we'll be court-martialed! -Don't knock it till you've tried it.
Sure did.
-or totally in the dark. -Yeah, but only because I'm pretty amazing.
-♪ It's a blast shield, it's a blast shield♪ -Stop it. No. It-it works.
-[all screaming] -[alarm blaring]
Yeah. We did some off-the-booksgray ops stuff back in the day.
Uh, hi. I'm supposed todistract you from all this stuff
Should be interesting, sir.