JadziaKathryn wrote:
Daniels: I could get into a lot of trouble for this...
Tucker: (musing) ... will need some barrels to jump ... and a monkey suit for the cap'n...
T'Pol: I fail to see how
this will improve Mister Tucker's Donkey Kong scores.
Daniels: Trust me, Sub-commander. The fate of the galaxy rests on the commander beating the vile Bermanga beast of Paramountia VI on Donkey Kong.
Tucker: ... bet Mal could whip up some fake hammers ...
T'Pol: Then the galaxy is doomed. Mister Tucker has consistently displayed incompetence when it comes to Donkey Kong.
Tucker: ... fire barrels could be a problem though. Maybe I should install some new sprinklers...
Daniels: With this new neuropressure regimen, though, you'll be able to get him into shape in no time. If nothing else, the two of you can get mostly naked and rub each other down for an episode before a predictable
deux ex machina resolution allows the commander to win.
T'Pol: That would be agreeable.
Tucker: ... yeah ... a nice big sprinkler right there ...