“I do not desire The Captaincy.
I am much more content with my scientific duties.
And, I am frankly content to be a lesser target...
But if it should befall me, my operatives would avenge my death – and some of them are Vulcans.”
— SPOCK w. Beard.
Int. Sleeping quarters.
KRYTEN, RIMMER,
LISTER, HOLLY and CAT
are in various positions --
sitting, lying down, standing, on screen.
RIMMER:
Well, I should'a' guessed.
It was all a mighty bit too strange.
I mean, actually meeting someone who didn't want to vomit all over me in complete loathing and disgust.
KRYTEN:
I shouldn't take it so personally, sir; it's the same for all of us.
We've all been made to feel foolish,
used, chewed up and spat out.
LISTER:
Look, she didn't mean us any harm. She can't control how WE see her.
She's -- A Mirror for Our Obsessions.
KRYTEN:
Holly, what did you see?
HOLLY:
I didn't see anything.
I don't think I've got any Desires —
Either that, or me screen was foggy.
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