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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 152 of 307 "Well, I told Rhythm I was going to be a Vulcan when I grow up and he informed me that Klingons can beat up Vulcans and so I had to defend my race, when he launched into the song." "Honey," she looked down at Rhythm, "I think the pinch thing works on Klingons but it definitely does not work on the Borg." Rhythm tightened his face like a wadded napkin. It turned red. "I hate the Borg. The Borg are evil." "Amen to that, Brother," I muttered under my breath. "What?" Sariah turned to me. "My mom wants to Borgify me. It's a long story." "You're mom wants to turn you into the Borg?" Sariah was intrigued. "I'm afraid so. But remember, Borg are evil." "Sadly, the Borg very often do not know that they are evil." She said, looking into my face. "Some people do not even know they are Borg." "Which Borg are you talking about." "I don't know. What^Borg are you talking about?" Rhythm exploded from below while two worlds were meeting up here in adult land and a little two year old girl's head lolled sleepily on her mother's shoulder, "This is boring! I want to go and do the ride again! Come on! Let's go kill some Borg." Sariah smiled at Rhythm. This is the mom that four year old Nephi wanted. If I had behaved like that while two adults were |