goldshirts-tightpants
goldshirts-tightpants
same, intercom. same.
ifeelbetterer
ifeelbetterer
So was the rest of the crew gathered on the bridge, huddled around the comm to hear better? And did Scotty elbow an important button trying to twist all the way around and tell Uhura and Chekov simultaneously that they each owed him a bottle of Scotch for totally independently made bets? And did they all scramble to fix whatever he’d just elbowed in total panic and then breathe heavily for a full minute after Sulu flicked the switch off before someone said—“do you think they know that we know that they—”
