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HORTA?

I'm a DOCTOR, not a BRICKLAYER.

Captain, he's DEAD.

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I'm DEAD, Jim.

What am I, a DOCTOR or a MOON SHUTTLE CONDUCTOR?

68 SHOTS?

He's WORSE than dead, his BRAIN is gone.

A minute ago it WAS child's play.

Penalty kicks
Yellow cards...
Renaldo
Renanhaldo
Reningdoaldo...

It's like trying to thread a NEEDLE with a SLEDGEHAMMER.

All the soccer fans-- the Swedes, the Poles...
There are a MILLION of them.
What am I supposed to do?
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

American radio is DEAD, Jim.

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We're DYING.

X-rays, "MRIs," might as well be the DARK AGES.

I'm giving you a SEDATIVE.

I want you to relax.

DO SOMETHING! We're DYING!

JIM, SPOCK, what in the name of SANITY is GOING ON?

What am I SUPPOSED to DO? NO one can RESTORE LOVEBUZZEL'S BRAIN.


I'm a DOCTOR, not DOUG HENNING.

Fascinating. It appears that I am "clogging."

I commend you doctor. yee haw.

Ahh...better. Yes, that did it. IT'S CHILD'S PLAY!

A minute ago it WAS child's play.

He's WORSE than dead.

His BRAIN is GONE.

ANOTHER forum?

NERVES!!

GANGLIA!!

Nobody cares.

I thought you were DEAD, Jim?

Getting both sides to agree is like trying to thread a needle with a sledgehammer.

It's DEAD, Jim.

Fester, you weird-assed pointy-eared green-skinned son-of-a-bitch, you've KILLED this thread.

We're DYING.

I RECOGNIZE those four. They were expendible characters and they're all DEAD, Jim.

From left to right:

Lieutenant Hucklebee - Dead!
Engineer VonWoolworth - Dead!
First Mate Willoughby - Dead!
Ensign Pankow - Dead!