Picard: Sigma Indri, that’s the star,
So, Data, please, how far? How far?
Data: Our ship can get there very fast,
But still the trip will last and last;
We’ll have two days til we arrive,
But can the Indrans there survive?
Picard: LaForge, please give us factor nine.
LaForge: But, sir, the engines are offline!
Picard: Offline! But why? I want to go!
Please make it so, please make it so!
Riker: But sir, if Geordi says we can’t,
We can’t, we mustn’t, and we shan’t,
The danger here is far too great!
Picard: But surely we must not be late!
Troi: I’m sensing anger and great ire.
Computer: Alert! Alert! The ship’s on fire!
Picard: The ship’s on fire? How could this be?
Who lit the fire?
Riker: Not me.
Worf: Not me.
Picard: Computer, how long until we die?
Computer: Eight minutes left to say “goodbye”.
Data: May I suggest a course to take?
We could, I think, quite safely make,
Extinguishers from tractor beams,
And stop the fire, or so it seems…
Geordi: Hurray! Hurray! You’ve saved the day!
Again I say, Hurray! Hurray!
Picard: Mr. Data, thank you much.
You’ve saved our lives, our ship, and such.
Troi: We still must save the Indran planet -
Data: Which (by the way) is made of granite…
Picard: Enough, you android. Please desist.
We understand – we get your gist.
But can we get our ship to go?
Please, make it so, PLEASE make it so.
Geordi: There’s sabotage among the wires,
And that’s what started all the fires.
Riker: We have a saboteur? Oh, no!
We need to go! We need to go!
Troi: We must seek out the traitor spy,
And lock him up and ask him, “why?”
Worf: Ask him, “why?” How sentimental.
I say give him problems dental.
Troi: Are any Romulan ships around?
Have scanners said that they’ve been found?
Or is it Borg or some new threat,
We haven’t even heard of yet.
I sense no malice in this crew.
Now what are we supposed to do?
Crusher: Captain, please, the Indrans need us.
They cry out, “Help us, clothe us, feed us!”
I can’t just sit and let them die!
A doctor MUST attempt – MUST try!
Picard: Doctor, please, we’ll get there soon.
Crusher: They may be dead by Tuesday noon.
- COMMERCIAL BREAK, COMMERCIAL BREAK
HOW LONG WILL THESE DUMB ADS TAKE? **
Worf: The saboteur is in the brig.
He’s very strong and very big.
I had my phaser set on stun -
A zip! A zap! Another one!
He would not budge, he would not fall,
He would not stun, no, not at all!
He changed into a stranger form,
All soft and purple, round and warm.
Picard: Did you see this, Mr. Worf?
Did you see this creature morph?
Worf: I did and then I beat him fairly.
Hit him on the jaw – quite squarely.
Riker: My commendations, Klingon friend!
Our troubles now are at an end!
Crusher: Now let’s get our ship to fly,
And orbit yonder Indran sky!
Picard: LaForge, please tell me we can go?
Geordi: Yes, sir, we can.
Picard: Then make it so!
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