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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 189 of 307 all the rest of the employees in the joint replied at the top of their lungs, "Salud." The Blind Onion was saving the world one salad at a time. Sarah came to the door, "Wow, you didn't have to bring so much. " "It wasn't so much quantity I was looking for as options." I smiled. "And who knew that the Mediterranean salad was a gallon of greens." "It's my favorite. Thanks for getting that. Come on in." She had set her small dining table, "I'll get this ready, have a seat." Sarah expertly placed both pizzas on circular serving trays and pulled out an enormous wooden bowl for the salad. The living room was right next to the small dining area and Rhytm kept ducking behind the end of the sofa and shooting a toy phaser in my direction, "Die, Borg!" "I'm Vulcan, remember?" "No," he stood up completely out of his trek character, "I'm not shooting at you. I'm shooting at the Borg materializing next to you." I looked at Sarah, "He said 'materialize,' we're happy if my nieces and nephews can say apple or maybe car." "Hey, don't blame me. It's that darn Gene Roddenberry." "Bless his heart." |