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Janice looked up from her padd and found Jim perched on the edge of her desk, waving a small yellow sticky note emblazoned with the number twelve.
“I don't know, sir, where did you get it?”
“From a sign next to the water cooler on the observation deck.”
“I see.” Janice felt the corners of her mouth twitch up even though she didn't mean for them to. This was going to be good. “And what did the sign say, sir?”
“It said that this is a velociraptor-free workplace and that it has been twelve days since the last velociraptor incident. Would you happen to know, Janice, what that sign is doing on the observation deck of my starship?”
“Well, sir, it's probably because the U.S.S. Enterprise is a velociraptor-free workplace - all Starfleet starships are, as a matter of fact - and certain people who were chased down the corridors by carnivorous prehistoric reptiles might regard twelve velociraptor-free days worth celebrating ( ... )
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