"Kark . . . " (that's how how he pronounced it), "I shall leave you as you left me . . . marooned for all eternity . . . . . . buried aliiiiive . . . . and doomed to do second-rate Cheaptickets.com commercials, and maybe a few spots in favour of Bran - because we all need to stay regular . . . . .**ahem** . . . . but you are doomed, Kark. . . doomed!!!!!!!
Hehe. That's right, it was Priceline.com. Either way . . . it would be funny if the old cast got together one last time to do a movie . . .rofl . . . imagine, the bridge of the Enterprise peopled by geriatrics. I can see it now:
Kirk: Alright, uh . . . um . . . Chekhov: Chekhov, my name ees Chekhov, damnit!! Kirk: Riiight . . . uh . . . set heading at . . . damn, Uhura, where the hell are we going again? Uhura: what? Kirk: what? Uhura: speak up you deaf bastard! Kirk: activate the blasters??? Do we even have blasters? I thought they were called phasers . . . awww, why do they always change these things? Uhura: what? Kirk: where's my walker . . . I need to go for my morning walk around the bridge. It's hot in here. Where's the button to open that window up there? Spock:: That will dperessurize the entire bridge. Kirk: No, I don't see a fridge. But it would be nice to put my slippers in there for the night. Will that help with the mushrooms between my toes? Where's my damn walker??? Enterprise Computer:: OK, that's it. Enough. Kirk, sit down before you fall down. And Uhura, take that fucking jar of toenail clippings off the control panel.
