Was that your version of a pep talk?
What have I done?
You have deliberately invited the death penalty; you’ve not only finished yourself, Spock, but you’ve finished your Captain as well.
You must be Q.
What business could you possibly have with that disgusting little troll?
It’s vile.
Obviously my associates have more sophisticated tastes than what you’re used to.
I’ll explain later.
Now that’s what I call a ride!
Let’s see what she’s got.
NCC 1701. No bloody A, B, C, or D.
Nice place you have here, Mister Pike.
Position undetermined.
And if it is changed, Captain, you and I and all that we know might not even exist.
Computer, describe the universe.
“Bring us in a little closer, Lieutenant Ortegas.”
“How close? First date, or third date?”
“Blind date.”
“Copy. Proceeding with caution, captain.”
Emits light when charged.
Sensors can’t scan it and transporters can’t lock on to it. Maybe this is some kind of dark-matter lifeform.
Life forms, you tiny little life forms 