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[A wild Chekov appears! He's obviously expecting to be somewhere else, though, because when he unfreezes from the beaming position, he glances around in shock before promptly..... swearing up a storm.]
Zat ill mannered, delusional Cossack vith horrible taste in- [flips open communicator promptly]
Wery funny, Scotty. Now beam me to ze right planet or I'll dump every last drop of your Scotch down ze drain next time you are on ze avay team.
[Expectant pause, that drags on waaay too long.]
Scotty? -- Mr Scott? ... Sir?
Zat ill mannered, delusional Cossack vith horrible taste in- [flips open communicator promptly]
Wery funny, Scotty. Now beam me to ze right planet or I'll dump every last drop of your Scotch down ze drain next time you are on ze avay team.
[Expectant pause, that drags on waaay too long.]
Scotty? -- Mr Scott? ... Sir?