February 19

[evay]

Lenore: What a lovely evening for a walk! The sun is shining, the corpses are bleeding...

The "evening"/"sun is shining" is actually funnier than the sudden appearance of corpses... 8)

Spock: He was head of the Tarsus colony, and when food ran out, he executed the 4000 colonists he considered of least value. He must have used an unusual metric, since one of the victims was one of Starfleet's leading ling--

Excellent tie-in, "Trials and Tribble-ations"-style!

Kirk: Logic isn't enough, Spock! I have to feel it -- it has to have truthiness!

*snicker*

Lenore: Father! NO! Oh, proud death! What feast is toward thy....
(13 hours later)
Lenore: ...Go, bid the soldiers shoot. (collapses)
Kirk: Wow. I've never seen the entire text of Hamlet squealed so eloquently.

We used to make jokes about that in class -- how it always took eight pages of "Oh I am dying" and "I am slain!" for the person to finish kicking off.

Adam: Lalalala!
Mavig: Lalalalalalalala! C'mon, join us Spock!
Spock: "La".

:lol:

Zeke: No, no, no, no! Look, we've had Genghis Khan, Madeleine Khan, the Aga Khan, Chaka Khan, James Caan, ComiCon, an ex-con... we're running out of patience, and Sa'ar's building up an immunity to chloroform.

hee hee hee

Khan: (sigh) If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is a pouting Klingon.

Do they make targy eyes?

(The narrative will skip over the tedious details of inching the chairs over to a convenient metal shelving unit, slicing through ropes and wrists, restraining up Khan and the guard and emptying their pockets.)

Could've been a cool montage set to appropriate '80's music...