|I have just left the bridge and I am pissed off.
||[Sep. 18th, 2003|08:24 pm]
And looking for someone to take out my aggressions on.
I think I'll spare Jonathan for the time being. He is stopping at that planet, after all. There has got to be something for me to do around here...until I get to eat Archer er, eat with Archer, that is.
Odd considering how much you profess to find this ship so terribly boring.
Oh, it is. But the company is so congenial.
You also haven't lost your preoccupation with clothing, I see.
It is the hallmark of a truly advanced species, you know.
So, you will be staying for a while, then?
I haven't decided yet. You know me, I never like to keep to any fixed schedules.
I can't say that I ever planned on being here so long, but I did have to fetch the doctor. She was
drunk incapacitated. I couldn't just leave her here as much as I wanted to.
Oh, are you really sure about that? You could have, you know. It would be a tremendous boon to this benighted century to have a real doctor rather than a guy who treats insomnia with leeches.
Leeches? Remind me not to become ill while I'm here if Beverly does decide to leave before I do. It wouldn't seem right to...encourage her to stay if she didn't wish it.
A transfer in the twenty-fourth century is another matter entirely.
A transfer in the twenty-fourth century is another matter entirely. Yes, well, you should have thought of that before making the beast with two backs. Now you'll have to pry her loose with a crowbar.
Need to borrow a crowbar?
*rubs his temples*
Perhaps it is not too late to join Dr. Bashir's Sexoholics Meetings and swear off the deed. *sigh*
Oh, well I wouldn't want you to do that. Nothing wrong with a bit of old-fashioned human-style fun and games. As long as it's with someone worthy of you, mon capitaine.
Worthy? I suppose that would be you, correct? ... Wait. How is it that I can suddenly see what you're saying...never mind.