EPISODE CLXXXIX - THE CHAMBER POT AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW




In a pressurized, coffin-like, containment unit, deep in the heart of sickbay, Lt. Schrader began to thaw...

Meanwhile Eve-Stay, utilizing his supernatural tracking abilities and the wan light of the security officer's lighter, led Mr. Proteau and Orwig through the shambles of the NCO Club, locating DANA's lifeless form beneath an overturned table.

"Ease hay ed day", the Melkinian observed, leaning over the android studiously.

"That's not entirely accurate", the security officer replied, retrieving the mass disrupter from one of DANA's trouser pockets.  "He's simply been deactivated by Mr. Schultz's device."

"At they is ay ood gay", Eve-Stay remarked, "Ee hay ot fay ell way."

Proteau nodded, then felt his head spin, and would have fallen had it not been for the quick actions of Orwig.  The corporal steadied his superior as Proteau tried to regain his senses.

"Are you alright, sir?", Orwig asked with genuine concern.

"Yes, Corporal", Proteau answered distantly, "I think so.  Just a dizzy spell."

"Erhaps pay ee way ood shay eturn ray oo tay ee they others ay", Eve-Stay suggested.

"No, I'll be alright", the security officer said, standing on his own now.   "We should make certain DANA stays deactivated until we can get him to sickbay."

Orwig began to assist Eve-Stay in carrying DANA's bulk when he felt something on his shoulder.  He turned to find a multi-hued tentacle resting there.

"The purple dragon doesn't want a pretzel", Proteau asserted emotionally, emphasizing his point with a squeeze of his altered limb.

Orwig started to stammer a reply, but was shocked to see the security officer's form begin to twist and reform.  A monstrous, plaid rabbit stood where before him now, waving an oversized cigar as it spoke.  "Okey-Dokey, Beagley-Beagley", it rasped in a low, throaty voice.

"Uh...Eve-Stay", the corporal stammered, backing away.

The Melk looked up as Proteau again began to reform.  "Ut way ee they ell hay?!?"

Now the security officer flopped around on the floor having taken the shape of an enormous cowboy hat, spewing flower petals in every direction.

"What the hell is that?", a harsh voice came from the edges of the light emitted by Proteau's lighter.  Broski stepped out of the darkness with Lightnin' Liz (now clad in a towel) held tightly against him, the edge of his dagger pressed against the soft flesh of her neck.  Mr. Jeffy followed, once more adjusting his loose fitting sciveys.