But the headache’s gone.
Logic, logic, I’m sick to death of logic! Do you want to know what I think of your logic?
Is that your crew?
A concussive charge would blow out the security fields. We could go in with phasers on wide beam, stun everybody. Sort it out later.
Engage the core.
You can’t handle a haymaker.
Duck…Feint…Clinch…
In a pig’s eye!
I am functioning within normal… I am fine, thank you.
Duty! Honor! Service!
Perhaps another time.
Respond!
How does this sound?: The Weird Planet Where Time Moved Very Fast and So Did the People Who Lived There, by Naomi Wildman.
Captain, it corrected itself.
You guys look… very realistic.
You cannot forfeit!
Au fond c’est vrai, nous sommes tous Parisiens.
(Deep down, it is true: we are all Parisians)
Mister Spock reporting: incredible as it seems, Doctor McCoy and I are once again prisoners of the chief criminal boss of a society patterned after Old Earth gangsters.
Dubious moral compass.
The intermix chamber and containment fields are stable
I’ll get to the warp core and assess its state when I’m able
Apologies, the most confounding thing, I appear to be singing
Most unusual, so peculiar 