OFFICER: Eekum Bokum!! LUCAS: Damn, what a terrible time for my phaser to have a freak misfire... ALAN: Great... Just great, Lucas. Now you've done it... Look at the stains this guy is going to leave on our new GRAY carpeting!! I tell you, if I have to turn this starship around and head back to Empire Carpet World, there is going to be ten kinds of hell... |
KENDALL: Hey, Erin... I'm picking up something strange on sensors. ERIN: It's probably just more space police. We'll probably all be in prison by the end of act three. KENDALL: Actually, I think this might be something else... |
TALYERE: So what should we do with the body? Vaporize it? Or place it into some sort of stasis, just in case Commander Harrison has another unfortunate accident during Act Two? I hear that bad things are coming..and one can never be too careful. ERIN: And speaking of bad things... Alan, we might have a bit of trouble. There's a Borg Cube on sensors, and it's on a direct intercept course!! ALAN: On screen! |
BORG: WE ARE THE BORG. EXISTENCE AS YOU KNOW IT MIGHT BE OVER. RESISTANCE IS NOT RECOMMENDED. PLEASE LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND ESCORT US TO YOUR CHEESE DOODLES. WE HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU COMPLY; IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY, WE WILL HANG UP AND TRY AGAIN. |
MATTHEW: Red alert! Red alert!! ALAN: Where are my brown pants?? BORG: We are the Borg. If you are interested in being assimilated, press one. If you want to know more about life in the collective, press two... If you... LUCAS: Is that a wooden leg? BORG: It is, actually. You see, the collective ran out of cybernetic parts just after I signed up. They wouldn't even sever my arm to house my energy tube, so now I have to hold it all time. Things have REALLY gone downhill since the Borg Queen died... |
BORG: Hey, I'm gonna do rummage around in your computer for a bit. Don't mind me... Anyway, where was I? The Queen? Yeah... Well, you see, after the first Queen died, we had no problem signing up another. But THEN, she died again in "Dark Frontier." So we did some searching... and found ANOTHER Borg Queen... But she died in "Endgame." Damn Janeway. Anyway, the popularity of the position has really gone downhill since then. We're pretty much a leaderless bunch of zombies, now. Our counsellor says need to adapt to changing times, so we're trying to make the whole "assimilation" thing much more user friendly. We've even got some brightly colored cybernetic body parts for the little kids. In fact, I like the neon pink injection tubules so much, I just might get a few pair for myself... |
LUCAS: Hey, Bator. You're the security officer! Why don't you do something? BATOR: Well, you're the one with the phaser.... Besides, I'm kind of interested in these pink injection tubules... I wonder if they come in green... TALYERE: Fear not, I have a plan! |
ALAN: Hey, watch my chair!! I just had it reupholstered! |
BORG: So THIS is what we get for providing excellent customer service... I mean, here we are, trying to make an honest living, and you Federation-types just come along and flatten us with a Space Police Tricycle! You didn't even let me tell you about the exciting window treatments we can add to your ship if you submit it for assimilation! I was thinking pastels for this room, maybe a little beige down under... and a nice little candelabra treatment in some of the corridors. Oh, it would just be SO happy, happy, happy! |
BORG: And you know, just in case you don't think you need our assistance, well, the Borg can help all you do-it-yourselfers learn how to do things the right way... you know, yourself! ...Oh, and this is SUCH a fabulous waste basket. Where did you get it? It just tickles me pink to think I'll be spending the rest of my life in here! ALAN: Actually, we plan on throwing you out the nearest airlock as soon as possible. And... you can take our friendly neighborhood Space Policeman with you. As a gift... |
ALAN: It pains me to say it... but we are going to have to infiltrate that drone's ship and restore the collective to its former glory. MATTHEW: I'll lead the away team. |
TALYERE: Are you sure about that, Commander? MATTHEW: ...Why? LUCAS: Act Two... MATTHEW: Again? TALYERE: Sorry... |