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Uses for Tribbles 4Captain, I never get to go on the away missions! I always have to stay here and make sure the hailing frequencies are open! Please, let me come with, complained Uhura.
Uhura, were going down to the Frozen Planet of Incredible Coldness, are you sure you want to come? asked Captain Kirk.
Absolutely positive! Please, she pleaded.
I suppose so. Be in the transporter room in 10 minutes.
Ten minutes later, Lieutenant Uhura entered the transporter room dressed in a winter outfit. She had a pair of fuzzy, purring things strapped over her ears. To the stares, she replied, Earmuffs!
Uses for Tribbles 3I told him the engines couldnt take much more, Scotty growled to himself. Honestly, the man never listens. Hes always got to have warp 9 right this very second. Never has the decency to give me any advanced warning. Scotty, I need warp 9 in 5 seconds or were all going to die in a fiery explosion! Why cant it be, Mr. Scott, I believe we might end up in mortal peril today. Do you think you could have warp 9 ready? And the grease! The grease everywhere! Theres never anything around to clean it up with! Squeak! Thatll work
3. To clean up grease in engineering
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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