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'''STENNES:''' That's all any of us can do, I guess. To believe. To choose. They're not really that different from each other, are they? | '''STENNES:''' That's all any of us can do, I guess. To believe. To choose. They're not really that different from each other, are they? | ||
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''Shortly after being excreted into space by a giant cosmozoic lifeform, the bridge crew watches as the brand-new Ensign Wanda DyAmone executes a daring shuttlecraft rescue of two lost officers.''<br>'''DANZIA:''' And once this is over, I'm having words with whoever did that.<br>'''STENNES:''' Me too. Where was the daring shuttlecraft rescue option back when I was floating through space inside a piece of poo? | ''(Shortly after being excreted into space by a giant cosmozoic lifeform, the bridge crew watches as the brand-new Ensign Wanda DyAmone executes a daring shuttlecraft rescue of two lost officers.)''<br>'''DANZIA:''' And once this is over, I'm having words with whoever did that.<br>'''STENNES:''' Me too. Where was the daring shuttlecraft rescue option back when I was floating through space inside a piece of poo? | ||
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'''STENNES:''' Forgive me if I sound like an ignorant Terran, but while we stand here discussing who whispered what into the mind of whom else, we have nearly a dozen people on that planet who are counting on us to bring them back. Now the deflector is calibrated and ready to transmit, so I suggest we get on with reestablishing real, '''''verbal''''' contact with our people. Unless you all would rather we just stand around here and bend some spoons. | ''(''Columbia'', at risk of losing two away teams on a planet inhabited by a mysterious telepathic creature. Didrik, a victim of telepathic torture, has had enough of the attempts to communicate with it.)''<br>'''STENNES:''' Forgive me if I sound like an ignorant Terran, but while we stand here discussing who whispered what into the mind of whom else, we have nearly a dozen people on that planet who are counting on us to bring them back. Now the deflector is calibrated and ready to transmit, so I suggest we get on with reestablishing real, '''''verbal''''' contact with our people. Unless you all would rather we just stand around here and bend some spoons. | ||
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