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And by killed, you mean, brought life to?
Also, that chick has really hairy legs.
I did mean that. “Killed it,” as in did a very good job.
That wasn’t considered weird in the ’70s.
The Lucifer Society always hosted the wost gangbangs.
She was very appreciative of all the attention, though.
Oh right, ‘killed it’ is a good thing these days… young whippersnappers…
@BruceWang: Coulda been worse, he might’ve said “[…]cat & beard fuckin’ massacred it, sliced it, diced it, and fed the pieces into a tissue digester, shot the resulting slurry into the heart of the sun,” something like that.
Captain’s Log: Star Date 4163.8. While on a routine patrol mission to Outpost 7, Enterprise has received a distress signal from planet M64 in Sector 13. Enterprise is the nearest ship in this sector and as such we have responded to the call. The delay should, at most, be no more than a few hours.” Captain James Kirk completed the recording, hitting the button on the arm of his command chair and settling back. “Lieutenant Uhura,” he said, turning toward the communications station, “play back… the… distress call.”
“Aye, sir,” she responded. Her slender fingers played lightly over the keys and within seconds a hysterical voice sounded over the bridge com.
“This is Commander Wake of the M64 colony. If anyone can hear this, please – please stay away! We can’t get escape – everyone has been driven mad! They mean to kill us all! Do not approach this planet!” The message lapsed into static.
“It’s a recording, Captain,” Uhura volunteered. There is no way of determining how long ago it was made. I have continued to monitor and there have been no new messages.”
Kirk nodded in acknowledgement. “Who.. was… they?”, he thought.
“Captain,” Spock announced, “We are approaching the planet.”
…
To make a short story, longer, the Enterprise wandered by mistake into an H.P. Lovecraftian side-universe. After several tenebrous adventures, they were able to return back to normal space.
Kirk, being the all-knowing and wise officer he is, suddenly noticed that the helmsman had been taken over, and was being controlled by the most evil entity in the universe from which they had just escaped.
Not wanting to alarm the other deck officers, but also wanting to let the Evil Power know that he had been identified, Captain Kirk announced, “Straight ahead.. warp five… Mr. Chthulu!”