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Lt. Commander
Join Date: Dec 2007
Posts: 120
# 12
02-10-2011, 03:00 AM
His eyes black, his nose cold
face green with trivial delight
his query approaches from a forth night

Lashing teeth in anticipation
he can't get over his constapation (sorry couldnt resist)
Lightyears out he holds it in
waiting for his officers notice

Then alas.....its his turn
beam me down, beam me down
Ive got one at the crown
forever pushing the limits on his inner strenth

Gotta go, where to find....
searching in anticipation.......
Alas He has found thee

Race to the door, in like a shutter
the door is locked, deposit 5 bars of GPL?
rage ensues.... as the ferengi makes his dues....

The preasure is great, he just cant wait........
Out comes the phaser....melts the door in anger
then....relief........only to discover.....
ten minutes later.........

That the Ferengi also charges for paper..........