The tropical punch that I made took several of us by surprise, and if that wasn’t bad enough, Ensign Izzo brought a large pitcher of Romulan Ale that was stronger than the smell of a Klingon’s ass after Taco Night in 10 Forward.  Being used to Synthohol,  we quickly succumbed to the effects of the alcohol and started losing inhibitions. Before I knew it I was taking off my shirt and dancing like an Orion slave girl.

Everyone had a great time and soon enough things were getting reeeeal sexy on deck 5. We were certainly upholding the reputation of this infamous section of the quarters! Things were becoming a bit of a blur but I am pretty sure that at some point I may have kissed at least one or three of the guests…ok maybe four…

Unfortunately the next day after all of the festivities were over, I was giving LCDR Ben a ride in my shuttlecraft (not a euphemism, this time) when a young Andorian party girl piloted her space ship right into ours as we left the hangar bay. She was easily going at warp 4.5 and didn’t yield the right of way.

Despite the fact that the nearest Starfleet medical facility had Dr. Crusher on staff (we were prescribed some Robitussin and “good old fashioned country medicine” to heal our contusions) we are both on the mend and will be calling Lowell “the Space Hammer” Stanley to help our case.

Lieutenant Commander Ben’s crutches are apparently made of titanium alloy, same as they used on the space shuttle in the 20th century.

Magic Earl Grey?

Crewmen were dropping left and right. Our senses of humor were honed to a razor sharp edge and we were out of control. Had LCDR Zell served us spiked tea? Was her food slot going wonky again? We may never know.

I’ve asked Starfleet Medical to send their best doctor to examine the evidence. I hear they’re putting Beverly on the case. I’m sure with some good old country doctorin’ we’ll get to the bottom of this soon.

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Delicious Brownie or Klingon Aphrodisiac?

Our food slot must have been on the fritz again because when we consumed the delightful treat it had a strange effect on the crew. Our behavior became erratic and soon chaos reigned.

Poor Dennis

This may require a staff meeting when we return to the ship.

(again discussing plans about where and when to meet for recording)
Tue, Jan 17, 2012 at 3:33 PM
Zell: I will try to get there at 7 and hope traffic doesn’t make me get there st 7:30
Tug: No no you’re fine
With a capital F as in I wanna F…I mean nothing
Zell: Find buried treasure??
Tug: Uh…um yes that’s right…
Zell: I thought you looked like a pirate
Tug: Ass pirate?
Zell: is that where you “bury your treasure”
Tug: Are saying you want me to bury my treasure in your treasure hole?
Zell: whaaaat? I never said that…
Tug: I never thought you’d ask!
Zell: I didn’t!
Tug: Yeah you said it!
Nowimust do it…don’t wanna make a liar outta you
Zell: I am a filthy liar
.. c’mon im a woman same fucking thing
Tug: Mmmmmm I dunno you sound pretty convincing
Zell: you just interpreted what you wanted to hear my friend!
Tug: WHAAAAAAAAAA texts don’t lie LCDR Zell..
But then again maybe you’re telling the truth that you a filthy little dirty liar and you’re naughty and need a spanking!
Zell:wtf you’re the third guy today to say that….and probably not the last

So what do you think, listeners? Is there a valid sexual harassment claim to be made from either party? Cast your vote!