Captain's Log, stardate 20141228:
Have encountered a fascinating new species, and established first contact. They are friendly and welcoming, and their entire society is organized around their transportation devices. They dedicate their existence to the pursuit of motoring perfection, although they do not share the same ideals. As a gesture of friendship we have acquired our very own 'car' and will endeavour to improve it with some of our technology.
Captain's Log, stardate 20141229:
We have made significant discoveries, and have worked out which switches control the onboard audiophonic transmission device. Our Chief Engineer has now stopped bobbing his head up and down, raising his right hand and screaming 'Fuck yeah dude!'. He is still consigned to quarters until we can extract the circular memory module from the vehicle. For some reason, the 'Beemers' have decorated the inside of the module with a ghastly imitation of their native flora. I have granted permission to the technical team to modify it, primarily because I am sick and tired of the Security Chief's constants hints that 'it would look better in black'.
Captain's Log, stardate 20150102:
The 'Beemers' invited us to a celebratory dinner last night, and provided us with samples of a flexible black material to help us in our experiment. I insisted our efforts were focussed on technological aspects, to which they replied that in the last 24 hours alone they had received 27 written messages from the Security Chief asking whether they had 'anything in black', and that it was beginning to negatively impact their operations. Dinner consisted of melted cheese on potatoes, accompanied with fermented grape juice. The amount of farting on the bridge was phenomenal. Both the Chief Engineer and the Security Chief are now consigned to quarters until further notice.
Captain's Log, stardate 20150104:
The first phase of our knowledge exchange program is complete. And my God does it look better in black. Fuck yeah dude!
Have encountered a fascinating new species, and established first contact. They are friendly and welcoming, and their entire society is organized around their transportation devices. They dedicate their existence to the pursuit of motoring perfection, although they do not share the same ideals. As a gesture of friendship we have acquired our very own 'car' and will endeavour to improve it with some of our technology.
Captain's Log, stardate 20141229:
We have made significant discoveries, and have worked out which switches control the onboard audiophonic transmission device. Our Chief Engineer has now stopped bobbing his head up and down, raising his right hand and screaming 'Fuck yeah dude!'. He is still consigned to quarters until we can extract the circular memory module from the vehicle. For some reason, the 'Beemers' have decorated the inside of the module with a ghastly imitation of their native flora. I have granted permission to the technical team to modify it, primarily because I am sick and tired of the Security Chief's constants hints that 'it would look better in black'.
Captain's Log, stardate 20150102:
The 'Beemers' invited us to a celebratory dinner last night, and provided us with samples of a flexible black material to help us in our experiment. I insisted our efforts were focussed on technological aspects, to which they replied that in the last 24 hours alone they had received 27 written messages from the Security Chief asking whether they had 'anything in black', and that it was beginning to negatively impact their operations. Dinner consisted of melted cheese on potatoes, accompanied with fermented grape juice. The amount of farting on the bridge was phenomenal. Both the Chief Engineer and the Security Chief are now consigned to quarters until further notice.
Captain's Log, stardate 20150104:
The first phase of our knowledge exchange program is complete. And my God does it look better in black. Fuck yeah dude!
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