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[hischair]

If it's that sad, don't read it. It's Spock, he'll get back to his own reality sooner or later, you know he will, and never mind him flitting around through dimensions; what about my Commander getting tossed about from one near-death experience to another? Little sympathy there wouldn't go amiss. We beat Pon Farr at its worst — [ oh, that sounds weird, but anyway ] — I know we can keep him on the straight and narrow in the future if you forward my time-line in the City. I'll get Chekov to help me build a transporter and we'll hot-wire it for Old Vulcan's logarithms from memory. I don't know, something.

Hey, and that "Bridge on the captain" stuff? No. Stop that. That is not happening to me, no way.

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[hischair]

What a crappy way to die.

[ Voicing his thoughts on that incredibly lame death, no holds barred with Chris. ]

It was, wasn't it? It was awful.