As Steve lays himself to sleep, his thoughts turn to lusty vixens, both real and much less real.
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| Steve: |
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What a great party. I can just lounge here on the floor with a few beers and check everyone out. Oooh, hey, is this a vampire nest? Faith is here! I wonder if there will be an opportunity for a wet t-shirt contest... |
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| Faith: |
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Bitch, don't just lay there staring at my boobs. I'm here to kick your ass! I can't believe you dumped me for that little witch! |
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| Steve: |
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Uh, I dumped you? This dream rocks! |
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| Faith: |
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Five by five my friend. I gots mad skillz. Now dump the munchkin or I'll her stomp her ass too. And can you get me Snape's phone number? Or an owl? I need a new sugar daddy to replace the Mayor. |
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| Steve: |
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It's not what you think! She's not even of age... yet. Heh heh heh. I mean, Eliza, come back! We need help your defeating the Borg!
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| Hermione: |
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Pardon me, might you have a bit of floo powder I could use to get back to Voyager? |
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| 7 of 9: |
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Steve, it is imperative to our mission that you not disclose the location of the floo powder to your little tramp. I might add that I am also disgruntled that you have neglected your affections for me. |
| Steve: |
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I'm sorry Seven. Let's grope each other and make up. |
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| 7 of 9: |
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Mmm. That is acceptable. You may go. |
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| Steve: |
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How did I get back to this bowling alley? I promised Scully I would help her investigate mysterious dead cows surrounded by black oil in Nevada, discovered by inbred hicks and sold to the Russians. |
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| Scully: |
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It's about time you got here. *sniff* Where have you been? You smell like Borg. |
| Steve: |
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Take this shot, you'll feel better. Now just let me get back to the ship so I can evaluate the readings I took with my tricorder. I may never return from this mission, so we'd better kiss goodbye in case we're cancelled or I get replaced by Robert Patrick. |
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| Scully: |
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Mmm... Mull... uh, Linnnn. You fill me with unexplored pleasure and ideas for kinky escapades. |
| Steve: |
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Yeah, you're swell too. Hey, can I keep this cool trenchcoat? I always wanted a trenchcoat. |
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| Tuvok: |
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Ensign, get a hold of yourself. There's work to be done on the warp core. You're also late for your guitar lesson.
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| Steve: |
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Sweet! You know who I've always wanted to pluck strings with... |
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| Dave: |
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Dude. |
| Steve: |
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Wait a minute. This isn't how the dream usually goes. |
| Dave: |
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You want to wear my fishnets and feather boa? I think I have some eyeliner you can use. |
| Steve: |
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That's oddly tempting. But I think I have somewhere else to be. |
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| Steve: |
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Oh hells yeah, this is more like it. Do we get to make out too? |
| Kay: |
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I'm letting you stand next to me and play guitar. Don't press your luck chili boy. |
| Steve: |
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Mmmm... chili. |
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| Faith: |
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Uh, hello? I think we were arguing here? You always forget about me as soon as meat comes up. |
| Steve: |
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Oh, I'll show you my meat coming up, baby. |
| Faith: |
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You're the devil. |
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| Steve: |
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No, no, no! I swear, Supergirl just stopped by to drop off my deep fryer, honest! Everything tastes better fried. |
| Supergirl: |
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I'm a Lego. You are sick. |
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| Steve: |
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Maybe a shot of salsa will straighten things out. Mmm... salsa. |
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| Trinity: |
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Oh Steve, leave the spicy food alone for once and come to bed. Dark Angel is on tv and I'll rub your back and suck your toes. I think I have some Doc Johnson toe lube around here. |
| Steve: |
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Toes, hmm? I didn't even know I liked that. |
| Trinity: |
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You love it. Now kiss me. |
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| Trinity: |
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Oh Neo. |
| Steve: |
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Ohhh... Neo... moan... yeah. |
