A Hyper-Velocity Impact In the Asteroid Belt?
astroengine writes "Astronomers have spotted something rather odd in the asteroid belt. It looks like a comet, but it's got a circular orbit, similar to an asteroid. Whether it's an asteroid or a comet, it has a long, comet-like tail, suggesting something is being vented into space. Some experts think it could be a very rare comet/asteroid hybrid being heated by the sun, but there's an even more exciting possibility: It could be the first ever observation of two asteroids colliding in the asteroid belt."
First time I heard that line I thought he was complaining about the beans.
Suit yourself, but somehow I enjoy thinking it's all about the heapin' helpin' of garbanzos Spock scoops up in the Enterprise cafeteria's salad bar. Vulcans just can't get enough of that Terran delicacy, smothered in Thousand Island dressing and a thick crust of black pepper. The first time Uhura and Sulu saw Spock doing that, they were like "whoa!", while Chekov was like "ay yay yay!".
Scotty grimaced, stole a quick gulp of whiskey from his flask masquerading as a phaser, and breathed out with a slow whistle.
An outraged Bones approached Spock at his table and said "Are you out of your Vulcan mind, you green blooded bastard? Do you have any idea of the discomfort you are putting your fellow crewmembers on the bridge in?" Spock slowly turned and replied "It is my understanding, Doctor, that the Enterprise's ventilation system is quite adequate at handling any situation that may arise from my culinary preferences".
"Well at least take these chewable tablets, then". "I will do no such thing, Doctor. It is not the Vulcan way".
Kirk was amused no end, silently pondering his secret enjoyment of Spock's emissions while scanning for the outraged faces of the bridge crew. But more than anything, the sadistic Kirk relished sending redshirts to fetch Spock in his quarters. You know, Kirk's idea of a dutch oven is to get Spock alone in the Enterprise elevator, down and sideways to the hangar and back again, that sick fuck.
Lil' Thindime, lilting a lacrimose lament, krashes the kwaint konfines of Kokonino Kounty