These fucking replicators in the fucking transporter room never made any fucking sense anyway.
Well, sometimes you come back from an adventure and you’re really hungry and you need a snack right away!
‘Beam us up, Scotty, and have milk and cookies ready!’
(whisper whisper)
‘Mr Spock requests apple juice.’
Well after coming back from a planet where flowers shoots spores in your face, you’re gonna have the munchies.