[SCENE: On the bridge of ISS Poseidon, the Realm's new Federation-class prototype. Admiral Darth Venomous is still mired away in Facebook Hell, and the bridge is empty, save for a couple of technicians named (ironically enough) Berkeley & Zhamno.
Zhamno is fiddling around with the Ops controls. Berkeley is egging him on.]
BERKELEY: Yeah, yeah! Do it! C’mon!
[Zhamno touches one last control. On the viewscreen, the picture changes.]
ZHAMNO: Schweet!
[At that moment, the turbolift doors fly open, revealing Supreme General Rayegun, who isn't the happiest of campers right at that moment.]
RAYEGUN: What in the name of Fek’lhr are you two doing?!?!
BERKELEY, ZHAMNO: GENERAL, SIR!!! Uh…uh…(ulp!)
RAYEGUN: Never mind that. Quit playing with the effing tractor beam and prep this bridge! We launch in fifteen minutes!
BERKELEY: Uh…sir?
RAYEGUN: We’ve located the Admiral. We’re going to assist Mrs. Venomous in rescue operations.
ZHAMNO: But…but, sir…what about your ship?
RAYEGUN: The Generalette took it. Something called a “girls’ night out”. Don’t ask, just move!!!
BERKELEY, ZHAMNO: Yes, sir, aye aye, sir!!! {They scurry as Rayegun exits.]
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Prayers & well wishes for the quake area.
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