tech officers log, stardate 4x12=49-6+27 (coded to prevent alien interception)

i've beamed down to the shiny thingiee... crew to follow...
upon initial inspection it would appear to be inhabited by fuzzy animals that reproduce like a plague of MacMcDonalds restaraunts in the undernourished Third Universe... one even tried cuddling its way into my rather nice fittin' speedo/latex Federation issued man groovy copper gold colored tailor made space threads...

after a rather messy affair of bad boy partying and dancing, the Girl Regiment has decided to sleep off last nights sugar cookies and milk and will be conducting intelligent life survey scouting missions... uh, that is, searching for their own intelligence i mean..

the captains brain has been kidnapped by Spock who is really Hannibal Lector who is really Jimmy Carter who is really a prairie dog ...

tech out....