The Butt Of The Joke
Having returned to the Murgatroid from Surak's Razor, I checked in on the wake-in-progress for
KY Jellico (now in its second day). I entered Nine Backwards to the strains of a song called "Thank You Very Much" and was immediately set upon by a
Mib Khan clone. "Oh, you know what time it ish," he slurred. I raised an eyebrow, and he elaborated. "Ish yer birshday! Bend over'n grab yer ankleses!"
I have had previous exposure to this particular Terran ritual. A cursory examination of relevant entries in the historic/cultural databases was enough to convince me that the tradition existed, and was not simply something which Khan had made up in order to abuse me. However, to the best of my recollection, I have never seen this tradition actually applied to anyone but me. "Is this a fitting occasion?" I inquired. "It is, after all, a gathering in remembrance of our departed former captain."
"Jellico did love a good spanking from time to time," I was assured by
Pooky and Shiny, the previous captain's Orion slave girls. "I doubt he'd object." I seemed to have no choice but to acquiesce.