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<div class="NavHead" style="color:black; background-color:#FF91AF;">[http://sims.starbase118.net/posts/1993939 Theo Whittaker: Losing My Mind]</div>
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! style="background:#FF91AF;" colspan="1"|Theo Whittaker: Losing My Mind
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<br>The port nacelle, I think about you
|The port nacelle, I think about you
​<br>The Jeffries Tube, I think about you,
The Jeffries Tube, I think about you,
<br>I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind
<br>I want you so, it's like I'm losing my mind


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<br>I think you love me or am I just being kind?
<br>I think you love me or am I just being kind?
<br>Or am I losing my mind?
<br>Or am I losing my mind?
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<div class="NavHead" style="color:black; background-color:#FF91AF;">[http://sims.starbase118.net/posts/1993855 Sal Taybrim: Klingon Confidant]</div>
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! style="background:#FF91AF;" colspan="1"|Sal Taybrim: Klingon Confidant
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<br />Kothos: Look Starfleet, I--
|Kothos: Look Starfleet, I--
<br />I--
I--
<br />I think you
<br>I think you
<br />Are falsifying
<br>Are falsifying
<br />And I'm losing control
<br>And I'm losing control
<br />'Cause the excuses you're supplying
<br>'Cause the excuses you're supplying
<br />They're horrifying!
<br>They're horrifying!


<br />Taybrim: You better believe
<br>Taybrim: You better believe
<br />That I need to know
<br>That I need to know
<br />If I can or can't trust you
<br>If I can or can't trust you
<br />You better believe
<br>You better believe
<br />You better undergo
<br>You better undergo
<br />Every test to show me true
<br>Every test to show me true
<br />Nothing left
<br>Nothing left
<br />Nothing left for me to do
<br>Nothing left for me to do


<br />Chorus:
<br>Chorus:
<br />A Klingon confidant!
<br>A Klingon confidant!
<br />Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br>Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br />Klingon confidant
<br>Klingon confidant
<br />Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br>Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br />Klingon confidant
<br>Klingon confidant
<br />Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
<br>Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
<br />Oh, yes, indeed...
<br>Oh, yes, indeed...


<br />Taybrim: If you're filled
<br>Taybrim: If you're filled
<br />With information
<br>With information
<br />That's too hard to convey
<br>That's too hard to convey
<br />Gravitate to my location
<br>Gravitate to my location
<br />Beam your way
<br>Beam your way


<br />Kothos: I better shape up
<br>Kothos: I better shape up
<br />'Cause you need some news
<br>'Cause you need some news


<br />Taybrim: I need some news
<br>Taybrim: I need some news
<br />That'll go on the record
<br>That'll go on the record


<br />Kothos: I better shape up
<br>Kothos: I better shape up
<br />If I'm gonna keep
<br>If I'm gonna keep


<br />Taybrim: You better keep
<br>Taybrim: You better keep
<br />the Khitomer Accord
<br>the Khitomer Accord


<br />Both: Are you sure?
<br>Both: Are you sure?
<br />Yes I'm sure we'll strike a chord!
<br>Yes I'm sure we'll strike a chord!


<br />Chorus:
<br>Chorus:
<br />A Klingon confidant!
<br>A Klingon confidant!
<br />Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br>Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br />Klingon confidant
<br>Klingon confidant
<br />Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br>Oo-oo-oo, honey
<br />Klingon confidant
<br>Klingon confidant
<br />Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
<br>Oo-oo-oo, the one I need
<br />Oh, yes, indeed...
<br>Oh, yes, indeed...
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<div class="NavHead" style="color:black; background-color:#FF91AF;">[http://sims.starbase118.net/posts/1993968 Carter Greyson: Engineer Starfleetian]</div>
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<br>I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian,
|I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian,
<br>I've information Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
I've information Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
<br>I know the sting of drinking, and I quote the battles historical
<br>I know the sting of drinking, and I quote the battles historical
<br>From Khan to Federation grew, in order categorical;
<br>From Khan to Federation grew, in order categorical;
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<br>But still, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
<br>But still, in matters Scotty, LaForge, and Tuckerian,
<br>I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.
<br>I am the very model of an engineer Starfleetian.
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<div class="NavHead" style="color:black; background-color:#FF91AF;">[http://sims.starbase118.net/posts/1994016 Sal Taybrim: Klingon Warrior Dreamin']</div>
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<br>Our uniforms are red
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<br>And the ship is grey
And the ship is grey
<br>I went for a walk
<br>I went for a walk
<br>In a cargo bay
<br>In a cargo bay
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<br>::And suddenly he trailed off. Base. Base? His mind clicked, slowly, rising out of the drunken fog. Starbase. Starbase... 118. His dark eyes widened::
<br>::And suddenly he trailed off. Base. Base? His mind clicked, slowly, rising out of the drunken fog. Starbase. Starbase... 118. His dark eyes widened::
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