EPISODE CCXVI - GYNECOLOGICAL BLOOPERS AND PRACTICAL JOKES
Schultz shook his head slowly, the echo of Reed's distinctive voice still resonating in the air. He turned to see the rest of bridge's crew staring open mouthed at the overhead
speaker. "Perhaps we should return to our tasks", he suggested in an attempt to break the awkward silence.
Several sets of enlisted eyes turned his way, their grim expressions conveying mutinous intent. Schultz casually cocked an eyebrow, seemingly amused by their stares. "I'm certain many of you are
disturbed by the commander's recent statements", he remarked calmly. "However, that does not change the fact that we must all work together to get the ship ready to make the jump back to our time.
I'm sure the commander will address these unwarranted comments at his earliest convenience", he continued, "but for now lets just concentrate on the task at hand."
A number of crewmen didn't seem convinced and began cracking their non-commissioned knuckles threateningly.
Schultz frowned marginally, sizing up the situation. "If you find this option disagreeable, you may file a grievance with Space Fleet Administrative Services upon our return." He moved as if
to leave, then stopped and turned back to the disgruntled crewmen. "It also might be beneficial to remember that each of you had an anti-mutiny chip inserted somewhere on, or shall I say, in your person."
That said, the science officer walked over and took a eat at his console.
The few still angry enlisted men deflated noticeably, looking to each other for a fresh idea. When none was forthcoming, they slowly moved back to their work stations, quietly muttering under their breath.
Schultz watched them as they returned to work, quietly amused by the gullibility of the average homosapien.
