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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 153 of 307 talking I would have been given a quick swat in the face. Sariah turned to me, "Well, nice to meet you." She began to lead Rhtythm toward the long line for the ride number one. "Mom, we might need help fighting the Borg!" Sariah went red in the face, "We'll be fine." "No, make the Vulcan come with us." He demanded, stomping his little foot, not unlike a tiny Captain Kirk. "He's such a pill." Sariah waved with her free hand and was about to turn away for what would surely be the last time. "Can I come? I haven't killed anywhere near enough Borg today." "Yeah!" Rhythm jumped. "Let's get them. Phasers on disintegrate." Sariah was wearing a turquoise linen knee length dress that must have come straight out of 1963. Matching turquoise shoes with wide heels. For someone on the run she dressed well. "Please, don't feel obligated. He's very excitable." I ripped my invisible phaser off of my invisible phaser belt and held it ready. "This is not obligation. This is duty. My duty to kill the Borg wherever and whenever they appear a threat to humans." "The whole human species!" Rhythm yelped excitedly. |
