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> If Dr. Seuss wrote for Star Trek: the Next Generation...
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> Picard: Sigma Indri, that's the star,
> So, Data, please, how far? How far?
> Data: Our ship can get there very fast
> But still the trip will last and last
> We'll have two days til we arrive
> But can the Indrans there survive?
> Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine.
> LaForge: But, sir, the engines are offline!
> Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go!
> Please make it so, please make it so!
> Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can't,
> We can't, we mustn't, and we shan't,
> The danger here is far too great!
> Picard: But surely we must not be late!
> Troi: I'm sensing anger and great ire.
> Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship's on fire!
> Picard: The ship's on fire? How could this be?
> Who lit the fire?
> Riker: Not me.
> Worf: Not me.
> Picard: Computer, how long til we die?
> Computer: Eight minutes left to say goodbye.
> Data: May I suggest a course to take?
> We could, I think, quite safely make
> Extinguishers from tractor beams
> And stop the fire, or so it seems...
> Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You've saved the day!
> Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!
> Picard: Mr. Data, thank you much.
> You've saved our lives, our ship, and such.
> Troi: We still must save the Indran planet --
> Data: Which (by the way) is made of granite...
> Picard: Enough, you android. Please desist.
> We understand -- we get your gist.
> But can we get our ship to go?
> Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.
> Geordi: There's sabotage among the wires
> And that's what started all the fires.
> Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
> We need to go! We need to go!
> Troi: We must seek out the traitor spy
> And lock him up and ask him why?
> Worf: Ask him why? How sentimental.
> I say give him problems dental.
> Troi: Are any Romulan ships around?
> Have scanners said that they've been found?
> Or is it Borg or some new threat
> We haven't even heard of yet?
> I sense no malice in this crew.
> Now what are we supposed to do?
> Crusher: Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
> They cry out, "Help us, clothe us, feed us!"
> I can't just sit and let them die!
> A doctor MUST attempt -- MUST try!
> Picard: Doctor, please, we'll get there soon.
> Crusher: They may be dead by Tuesday noon.
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> *COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
> HOW LONG WILL ALL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE?*
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> Worf: The saboteur is in the brig.
> He's very strong and very big.
> I had my phaser set on stun --
> A zzzip! A zzzap! Another one!
> He would not budge, he would not fall,
> He would not stun, no, not at all!
> He changed into a stranger form
> All soft and purple, round and warm.
> Picard: Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
> Did you see this creature morph?
> Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly.
> Hit him on the jaw -- quite squarely.
> Riker: My commendations, Klingon friend!
> Our troubles now are at an end!
> Crusher: Now let's get our ship to fly
> And orbit yonder Indran sky!
> Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go...?
> Geordi: Yes, sir, we can.
> Picard: Then make it so!
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