Captain Timothy Grey leaned back in
his command chair, a worried look in his eyes. A slight haze of acrid smelling
smoke filled the bridge.
The scanner detected breaches in the security shield
.
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"Damage report Mr.ZammCat," Captain Grey said,
addressing his loyal pointy-eared First Officer.
ZammCat hesitated.
"What’s wrong?" the Captain demanded of his friend.
"It’s the Wrongulins, Captain," ZammCat replied. "They have
us in their tractor-beams, and they have their phasers set on....on..."
"On what, man? Speak up!" Captain Grey commanded.
ZammCat took a deep breath. "Sir, their phasers are set on...
on..."
"...BREAKFAST".
What????