Our Leonard who art in sickbay Hallow’d be thy Eyebrow Thy nurses run Thy physicals be done On Earth as they are in this flying tin can Give us this day our daily hypospray And forgive us our away missions As we forgive those who pull phasers against us Lead us not into the transporter But deliver us from Andorian shingles For thine is the biobed, the quarantine and the Captain Now and until the hull cracks and our blood boils in thirteen seconds DAMMIT JIM.
Did you just call the Enterprise a flying tin can?
Moved here in the wake of the great tumblr nsfw purge of 2018. What's currently here are my archived posts from that blog. Multi-fandom artist and writer. I also have a DeviantArt under the same username.
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