“Space. The…final frontier. These are the voyages of…”
“Captain, I’m sorry to interrupt your daily monologue, but we’ve got a crisis on the screen.”
“Put it on visual.”
*beeping sounds*
“Good lord…it’s hideous. So…unhealthy.”
“Yes sir. We think it may have drained all the cheese from the Virgo Cluster leaving countless billions of life forms cheeseless.”
“Those poor people. No cheese. No cheese at all.”
“They’re probably regular, at least.”
“That’s too great a price to pay for a clean colon, lieutenant. No man should pay that price.”
“Our analysis indicates that even though the entire pizza is over 400,000 light years across, each slice is projected to have only three pieces of pepperoni.”
“Some things…never change.”
“Indeed not, Captain.”
“What’s your advice, then?”
“Do we have a wedge of fresh parmesan the size of Ursa Minor?”
“Actually, yes we do.”
“Really?”
“It was Q again.”
“Ah. Well, then set the main deflector dish to ‘grate.’ And get the replicators to cough up some red pepper.”
“Understood, sir.”
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One Response to “Planet Pizza”
Live long and pizza.