Oct 13, 2006 00:19
In an attempt to memorize random facts about bacteria and their classification, I finally sought advice from Gene Roddenberry. Below is one of several stories I wrote yesterday, chock-full of keywords which trigger phonetically similar medical terms in my brain. So yes, it's stupid, but it's so stupid that I can recite all the anaerobic bacilli in my sleep (which I might just have to do during residency).
"Space. The Final Frontier. The starship Enterprise has been on the fringes of the Federation space for a long time, and Captain Picard is positive that they are as doomed as Titanic. All of a sudden, Q materializes on the deck, like a genie out of a bottle. Q is difficult to like. He strikes a deal with Picard, and if Picard helps Q with acting in a play about Israel, not only will Q cure Worf's acne, but he will also get them home safely. The truce between the Captain and Q is indeed fragile.
The crew has finally gotten back to a Federation base. Now Q decides that he will draw up a list of demands in return for this favor. Fortunately, Q in his human form is immunocompromised and so he succums to diphtheriae. Picard is relieved, but still, all this stress has given him an ulcer."
There are also other stories about sad fat men with gonorrhea and meningitis (because they hit it with college freshmen), fat happy cats who build fires and hire strippers, and vaginas (with teeth!).
Now, where's my book deal?