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.
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| Oh Gorty, you're so sexy! |
As Commander Manning stepped through the airlock and pulled off his helmet to allow his expertly coiffed perm flick across his head, Helen Cox of New Empress magazine, who had attended the inspection only to see the famous Commander Manning, screamed and fainted in hysteria.
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."


