Commander's Log, Stardate 05062013.2:
All was in readiness. Commander Manning was docking with the Mothership. It had been a tough week cleaning every corner of the ship after Commander Walter's latest coup attempt, but we had made it in time.
|Oh Gorty, you're so sexy!|
Gort began to power up his disintegrator beam in pure rage, but I put a hand on his robotic shoulder to stay his wrath."Gort, we mustn't dwell... no, not today. We can't. Not on Commander Manning day."