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Spock Is The Color Of Limp Celery

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“How could you have allowed McCoy to have gone like that, Scotty?!”

“I was so stunned, Captain, I did as he said. Otherwise, he would have found a way down there. You know how he is when he sets his mind on something.”

Kirk turned to the ashen man beside him. “We’ll get him back, Spock. I promise.”

“But he is down there. Alone.” Spock blanched. “Unarmed.”

Kirk wanted to say that McCoy wasn’t alone, that Fred was with him. But prudence told him to hold his tongue.

A man needs more than a Boston fern with him during battle.