I think it’s a lyre. And a joke on NCB’s part.
Well, we’ve got so many twists and turns and ironies and people like me refusing to take things seriously that I can’t tell the difference anymore!
A banjo, of course! You couldn’t seriously expect a Vulcan-Human hybrid to come from Alabama with a Vulcan harp on his knee! Oh, Susanna!
No, but he can come from Shi’Kahr with a lyre in his hands.
Don’t get all STRUNG out about it!
Gotta go, gotta get up early and join a bunch of old geezers on a bus (such is my pathetic recreation, no Risa for me) to go here.
:rolleyes:
But I may come back with some wages. 
Whoa, whoa, whoa… if NCB’s off to Risa and Viva’s goin’ to some casino, that means I have the bridge!
Tars! Find us some Klingons! Kn*ckers! Raise shields and arm the phaser banks! We’re gonna play war.
He plays a Vulcan harp and Uhura sings in “Charlie X”.
Cry havok! And let slip the dogs of war!
Captain Aesiron,
There are 42 Klingons off the port bow, the hull is breached in 27 places, anti-gravity is off line, the anti-photon-discriminator thingie is broke and I have to pee really, really bad.
Shields, shields, shields… hang on, gimme a second…
rummaging noisily through desk
Lessee, one very old pecan pie (half eaten)… One pair pants (where did those come from?), one heavily thumbed copy of The Bell Jar, one spent nuclear fuel rod… Damn, where are those shields? Can’t raise 'em if I can’t find 'em!
Aw, hell, can we just plaster this petrified pecan pie all over the hull? It’s pretty hard.
Oh, and the phaser banks. Anybody got a spare arm I can use? I’m a lefty, so I’ll just cut off my right one, and shove it in there…
Kn(not cut out for tactical work)ckers
She’ll no take it, Captain!
from Risa…
Whtchya doin over there? It’s lovely here. And the people are so nice. Did you know there are at least genders? Wow. You can guess what I’ve been busy doing, lol.
Anyhoo, I’m going shopping today, so I’ll bring back the t-shirts and shot glasses I promised you guys.
Anything happen while I’ve been away?
Wish you were here, nothing life threatening in this place (except the gender situation! lol)
Later, NCB
…at least seven genders…
too much Romulan ale, no? lol
end transmission
Dear **Mr. Boy/b] -
Nice to hear from you. Glad you’re enjoying Risa, you lucky bastard.
Not that I’m bitter. After all, I’ve got pie (as if that makes up for it grumble grumble PEEP grumble).
They’re predicting MORE FREAKING SNOW here for this afternoon.
Enviously yours,
Miss Kn*ckers, esq.
That’s not Risa, you fool - that’s the real world.
Are there 7 genders in OK, too?
And what did you do to my coding, above? You stole one of my brackets! Very naughty…
That was the hamburglar
no, wait…Kn*ckers called me naughty! HEEE!!! Spankings to come soon!
*I wish
I knew what I know now
When I was younger*
We need a musical smiley
Alas, spankings just don’t work as a deterrant, anymore. It’s a shame, really. So sad to lose such a time honored punishment.
“You must tie her down on a bed, and spank her. And then, you must spank me.”
“And me!”
“And me!”
etc.
here was a short story in Playboy before i was born by Clarke (IIRC) about aliens with 7 genders, or something. I wasn’t really reading the articles then.
(Don’t involk the name of the Hamburglar, he’l be back as Egg McMuffin or something!)
Oh, yeah, and grab Neelix, stuff him in a torpedo tube, and shoot him at the Klingons!!