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USS Sing and Sign Away Team
Captain's log, stardate 1031.13. We've beamed to the surface of an M-class planet whose inhabitants are freakishly tall. The ground here is spongy and very soft, which makes walking difficult. We appear to be trapped by some kind of fence or gate. The inhabitants do not seem hostile, but are insisting that we participate in some strange ritual involving music, odd gestures, and a number of totemic objects. Our only hope is to play along until we can effect our escape.
I don't know about this planet, captain...
Fascinating.
Dive, man!
Back to back, phasers to "stunned".
It's an alien!
...oh wait, no, it's Mommy!
(A couple months ago, I discovered that one of the other moms (and the teacher) in ARR's sing and sign class was also a Trekkie. We did a photo shoot. I've been sitting on these, since they were part of the grandparents' Christmas gifts.)
I don't know about this planet, captain...
Fascinating.
Dive, man!
Back to back, phasers to "stunned".
It's an alien!
...oh wait, no, it's Mommy!
(A couple months ago, I discovered that one of the other moms (and the teacher) in ARR's sing and sign class was also a Trekkie. We did a photo shoot. I've been sitting on these, since they were part of the grandparents' Christmas gifts.)
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