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"Hey, Doctor, what's wrong?"
"C'mon Bones, why're you crying?"
"This emotional state makes my logic deflate."
"I've been--gee it's awful--I know it's absurd--
I've been...no I can't say it, I can't say the word...
I've been E.N.E.R.G.I.Z.E.D.,
It's an ugly euphemism, you'll agree.
When my molecules get scattered,
All my common sense gets shattered,
It's been D.I.S.R.U.P.T.E.D.
And I'm still E.N.E.R.G.I.Z.E.D.
This can't be how traveling was meant to be.
Don't you see that it's obscene,
We're pureed by a machine
When we're E.N.E.R.G.I.Z.E.D.
If it's corroded,
Or overloaded,
Should it malfunction
At any junction,
We'll be beamed out into space--
It's a damn tragic disgrace
To be E.N.E.R.G.I.Z.E.D.
And I've been E.N.E.R.G.I.Z.E.D.,
But I'll get my R.E.V.E.N.G.E.:
When you need Sickbay someday
I'll tell Nurse Chapel to say,
'Doc's out P.L.A.S.T.E.R.E.D.'"