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23/05/2024
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Pen_alias
Pen_alias
He wasn't killed by a penguin. I can see this story is going to require a lot of recapping.
Wait a second...didn't some penguin kill him or something?
Not the dread pirate Turnip!
Ruh roh!
Transcript 2:
Oh, you won’t be able to get through to him with that. The communication signals on my gunship are completely shot. That’s why I beamed over here unannounced.
Last I heard, you were scouring the galaxy for a deadly alien bioweapon - Humorides or something.
Yeoman, this is no time to compare notes with other franchises. The Captain and the others are all stuck on an unfamiliar ship with no way of communicating with us.
Anyway, those other things are old news. The real scourge of the galaxy right now is the dreaded Turnip.
Hello! Am I all alone here? Does anyone else care that…wait, did you say Turnip?
Not to worry: the last Turnip is in captivity…the galaxy is at peace.
Transcript 1:
Science officer’s log: star date - tomorrow will be my dancing day - a malfunction in the transporter beams involving that all too illusive yet all too vital substance, base are, has left Captain Turk and the away team stranded on a strange vessel. Meanwhile, our visitor seems a tad overdressed for business casual day…
Say, I know you: you’re Gallus Frypan, the famous intergalactic bounty hunter.
Oh yeah. Hey, is it true that you’re not wearing anything under that armor but a two-piece bikini?
Says the guy wearing nothing but a hat.
Captain Turk, come in Captain Turk, this is Spork…if you’re avoiding my calls, this really isn’t the time!