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Previously on strange new worlds

I'm gonna give you a sedative now.

And when you wake
up, you will be gorn-free.

I'm still here.

You are going to make it.

I'm Erica ortegas. I fly the ship.

Fraternization can lead to complications.

Like I've been trying
to tell you, I just need

- some personal time.
- Away from me.

About that fellowship, the
archaeological medicine?

I'm going to have to replace you, aren't I?

The thought of losing
you, it affected me deeply.

I am still going away for three months

to study with Roger korby.

When I get back, let's
just see where we are then.

Science officer's personal
log, star date 2251.7.

After a three-month
billet at starbase one,

the battle scars of our encounter

with the gorn are all but erased,

which has left me with a
great deal of time to think.

The federation day centennial

the 100th anniversary of the founding

of the united federation of planets

is just three days away.

Captain pike believes that
hosting a ceremonial gala

for federation day will improve
morale among the crew.

All of the crew.

Nurse chapel is returning
from her time away.

We have not spoken since
she left for her fellowship.

As such, I have a more
personal reason to prepare

for the upcoming celebrations.

Loosen up your shoulders.

My shoulder placement
has been measured precisely.

You're not supposed to measure them.

You're supposed to let them flow.

Like this.

I am confused.

Am I not already
performing the movements

to the parameters you specified?

Yes. You're just stiff.

Even for you.

Five, six, seven, and...

Please do not take this the wrong way,

but your aptitude for this activity

is surprising, and if I may say so,

this openness to new
life experiences suits you.

There was a time when
I wanted nothing more

than to be a prima ballerina.

I assume the gorn changed that?

That's just it. I've spent my whole life

waiting for them to come back.

My own personal
nightmare under the bed.

And here's the thing... they came back

and I beat them. Anyway... Somehow

the gorn are less ravenous
than prima ballerinas.

Perhaps that is why vulcans,
as a rule, do not dance.

It seems some of you will defy
that rule for the right person.

When humans reunite after a
long absence, is it not tradition

to make a grand romantic gesture?

Spock, I-I don't want to pry,

but I thought you and
Christine had decided

- to give each other some space.
- Indeed.

We have not spoken since
she left for her fellowship.

But we all know what
absence does to the heart,

the absence of a heart
would be quite fatal.

No, Spock, it's an idiom, it's...

Enterprise to Mr. Spock.

You asked for a heads-up, so, heads up.

Transport clearance
request from nurse chapel.

Please excuse me. She is here.

Looking good, Mr. Spock.

Lieutenant?

Just doing my job.

Chapel added someone
to the visitors list.

Curious.

That's funny.

You know, for a wee
moment there, I thought

I saw a bit of strangeness.

What sort of strangeness?

Just a sensor ghost outside the hull.

But it's gone now.

Nothing to see here, sir.

All relevant scans appear to
be within normal parameters.

Two to beam aboard, lieutenant Scott.

Spock.

Christine.

This is Dr. Korby.

Your fellowship director?

Greetings, Dr. Korby.

How are you? Call me Roger.

I've, heard a lot about you, Spock.

Dr. Korby, I have read
a considerable number

of your papers on
archaeological medicine.

- Sure, there aren't that many.
- There are

234. Is that not accurate?

It's actually exactly how many there are.

Wow.

Is that a first edition of saltavantur?

May I?

This is incredible.

The engravings alone
must date back to...

It is a gift for Christine.

Wow.

Well, welcome aboard, Dr. Korby.

Will you be needing quarters?

No, no, I'm... I'm taken care of.

He is here

to attend the centennial
celebration with me.

With you?

Dr. Korby is my date.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship enterprise.

To explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life and new civilizations

to boldly go where no
one has gone before.

Okay.

Come on, baby boy.

You can't handle the haymaker.

Who even says that?

Don't get cocky, I'll land one.

Hey!

I told you to turn that camera off.

- I'm just doing my job.
- Yeah, your job

is a documentary on the centennial gala,

not this workout.

I am a serious filmmaker.

Erica, there you are.

You are not going to believe this.

- Christine brought home a date.
- Chapel?

I'm just as shocked as you are.

Hey.

Hi. I'm... haymaker!

Okay, who's this?

That's my little brother.

Never could take a punch.

Hi.

I'm nyota.

All right, almost done.

Take your time, ensign.

With all the centennial
preparations I have to do,

this is the closest thing to
a vacation I'm gonna get.

Well, this is the last one,

but I can take a bunch more.

I mean, how much blood
does a person really need?

They didn't cover that in nursing school?

Oof, I fell asleep.

Like, a lot.

I like you, ensign.

Well, now that nurse chapel is back,

my temporary assignment is done.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Don't look at me.

Take it up with your direct supervisor.

Guilty as charged.

I put in a request with star fleet medical

to make your transfer permanent.

Wait, wait, please tell
me this isn't a cruel joke.

We are big on cruel jokes around here.

Just wait until your first
formal captain's table.

But in this case, no.

Apparently, he isn't ready to give you up.

Frankly, none of us are, ensign.

Thank you.

Captain batel is lucky to have you.

How's Marie doing?

Her scans show that the
gorn embryos have been

fully reabsorbed.

It was your blood that kept her body

strong enough to survive
the metabolization process.

All we're doing now is
managing some minor aftereffects.

I've gotten used to having her on board.

I'll be sorry to see her go.

I imagine you won't be the only one.

I have literally

no idea what some of
these medals are for.

And I can't wear all of them, or can I?

- Pick one.
- No.

Because then I would
insult whoever gave me

the ones I'm not wearing and...

Must be hard being
such an amazing captain.

You... Shopping for a new starship?

Admiral April said I've got my pick.

There are about a dozen
commissions available.

Okay.

So, what are you looking for?

Deep space exploration.

But then I never see you.

Or short-range diplomatic courier.

But then I still never see you.

It still doesn't feel totally real.

I should be dead, I'm...
I'm on borrowed time.

Well, you're preaching
to the choir on that one.

Now I'm just picturing
you in a boys' choir.

Actually, I was an altar boy.

You're a captain. You'll find your ship.

I just wish it didn't have to be so soon.

What are you asking me, captain?

Frankly, I don't know.
I... All I know is that

I'm not ready to let you go.

Well, this is awkward.

Right, sorry.

- It was too far. That...
- Relax.

I was just wondering
what you're gonna do

when I move you into my quarters.

Where will all your hair products go?

Hey.

I-I brought this.

I thought you might want it back.

It was a gift.

Why would I not wish for you to have it?

I'm sorry about earlier.

I didn't want you to meet Roger like that.

The look of surprise on your face

was almost worth the misstep.

This isn't easy.

May I ask you a direct question?

Never known you to be any different.

You expressed the desire
to remain unattached,

free of commitment.

And then I bring my new boyfriend

home for the holidays.

Yes.

When I figure that out for myself,

I swear you will be the first person

that I explain it to.

The truth is, I don't know.

It just is.

Spock.

Are we gonna be okay?

We're having cocktails
in the port galley tonight.

I hope you'll come.

Fine, one drink, then I have
to go back and finish training.

Aren't you the one who taught
me Tequila is its own food group?

You realize she's our
communications officer, right?

She speaks, like, 900 languages.

Is "obnoxious big sister" one of 'em?

Let it go, beto. You can hang with me.

That seems like a plan to me.

Wait one damn minute.

This, you two

talking to each other like you're...

And looking at each other like you're...

No. It's chaos, madness.

You don't trust me with your best friend?

You don't trust me
with your baby brother?

Okay. Okay, I'll stay for a while.

But there will be no more flirting.

Literally none.

So, Dr. Korby.

Sam. I got to say, I'm a big fan

of your work on
advanced ancient cultures.

I read that your latest
dig was on vadia nine.

Have you climbed mount Caleb?

We did, actually. Yeah.

It was, it was pretty romantic, actually.

Mr. Spock.

Glad you could join us.

I finished my work early.

Dr. Korby was just about
to tell us a romantic story.

- No, don't worry about it.
- No.

- Some other time.
- You guys don't want to hear...

- Bore the life out of you.
- Yeah.

I would like to hear it.

I have, of late, become
a student of romance.

Sudden thirst. Beto, give
me a hand with some drinks.

Okay. Well, when I was a little girl,

whenever I would go away on a trip

to camp, to school... my
mother would always say to me,

"Chrissy, I hope you find the sun"

"I hope you find the sun
and the moon and the stars."

Yeah.

And they turned out to be the last words

she ever said to me.

And,

mount Caleb actually happens
to break the solar plane.

So, the sun and the moon
are visible at the same time.

And it was my mother's birthday.

And I didn't tell anybody
'cause I never do.

But he just noticed
that I was down and...

Remembered the story
and put two and two together.

And when we got to the
top... When we got to the top,

I showed her the stunning
sky and gave her this.

Tilaryan star gems.

- They're incredibly rare.
- Yeah.

And he said, "you looked sad.

I wanted to give you the sun
and the moon and the stars."

- Libations.
- Shots, everybody!

- Fun.
- Thank god.

Ooh, that's a cool
bracelet. Where'd you get it?

Good evening.

Ready for a change?

I was not aware we
had a vulcan bartender.

Temporary posting.

Just passing through.

So, something different but better?

Something you definitely want?

Yes, that would be fine.

Fantastic.

I have just the thing.

Swirl it around. Brings out the aroma.

Don't drink it too fast.

It'll go right to your head.

Good morning.

Good morning back.

Tonight, no sleepover.

It is bad luck to see your bride
on the day of your wedding.

Science officer's personal log.

Stardate 2251.7.

After a three-month billet,

the battle scars of our
encounter with the gorn

are all but erased.

And while docked at starbase one,

our crew prepares to celebrate
a rare and joyous occasion,

the wedding nuptials between
myself and nurse chapel.

Your first dance is going to be great.

You're improving.

Untrue.

I've never understood
the need for deception

to smooth a potential negative reaction.

You're just going to excel at marriage.

Have you ever been married?

Me? God no.

I'm not really the commitment type.

My childhood didn't really set
me up for a stable attachment.

Now, shooting backwards
while running, that I can do.

Of late, I must say you
have seemed lighter.

Spock, if you don't have it by now,

then it's too late.

Thank you, la'an.

You have been a good friend to me.

I must prepare for the rehearsal.

Places, everyone! We have much to do.

A wedding doesn't just plan
itself overnight, you know.

And the rehearsal is
just like the real thing,

only with comfortable shoes.

This wedding planner
of yours is something.

Never thought of andorians
as being so detail-oriented.

You two, you're like
two peas in a space pod.

So delightful.

- Let's start with the cake.
- Wait, where's Roger?

I feel like we should
probably wait for my best man.

I'm here.

I am here.

And I have the cakes.

- Excellent.
- Yeah. Very nice.

Christine, I couldn't just
chat... Later, Mr. Korby.

Doctor.

- Dr. Korby.
- Fine.

Actually, I have a special
best man task just for you.

Could you wait for me way over there?

Quick as you can.

Good one. Now, Mr. Spock.

I know you wanted to
embrace a human-type wedding,

but what about fusion style?

I call this "hu-can."

Or "vul-man."

Just try it.

You hate it?

I was not expecting cake with
quite so much heat and brine.

Let's try that again, shall we?

I'll go.

Spock's joking, this is delicious.

Is it chocolate and... Vulcan pahklor?

Indeed, pahklor.

Nothing says love like pahklor.

I must've been mistaken before.

This is quite good.

Not just good but perfect,

like your wedding is going to be.

Let's talk about choreography.

Spock, assuming we're not
going to have a kal-if-ee situation,

I have you over on the altar

and your best man
captain pike in the front row

just here.

Joseph and una.

I see you waltzing
Christine down the aisle

and then spin her into Spock's arms.

I didn't practice that.

I have a surprise for
you, my blushing bride.

Arrived all the way from
Vermont, earth this morning.

My mother's flowers?

She had these preserved
after her wedding.

No.

Those flowers look dead.

These were supposed to be
stored at exactly 2.7 degrees.

- I mean, the...
- I'm so sorry, Christine.

Is there any way to salvage them?

I-I have a rehydrator in my quarters.

I'll tell you what.

Maybe they just need to breathe.

I mean...

My god. What?

It worked. I can't believe it.

This is why we have rehearsal.

And with that avertation
of the latest crisis,

let's continue.

With both at the altar,

we have the rings exchanged, and voilà.

Everyone's as happy as a ternaran bat.

Christine, can we just chat
for two seconds, please?

Unfortunately, rehearsal
has just finished,

which means, nurse chapel,
I'm gonna have to scoop you away

for your final fitting.

So quickly, here we go.

Please tell me you're not
gonna wear that jacket on the day,

korbs.

Hey, how are you? How're you doing?

Dr. Korby, what are you doing?

I'm

trying to delete your vows.

I knew it. The cake, the flowers,

you are trying to sabotage our wedding.

Yeah, y-you can't marry Christine.

Are you in love with her?

Yes. But that's not the reason.

Well, not entirely.

Look, this wedding is not
supposed to happen, okay?

I can't fully explain it,
but our reality has shifted.

- I think you should leave, doctor.
- Just listen.

Yesterday, Christine and
I arrived on the enterprise

to attend the federation's centennial.

We specifically chose the
centennial as our wedding day.

No, no, no, no. It is
the reason we are here.

As of yesterday, there was no wedding.

There was no "you and nurse chapel."

She and I were together.

You arrived together
because you are best friends.

No, not as best friends,
romantically we are together.

But I seem to be the only
one here that remembers that.

I proposed to Christine
three months ago,

before she embarked
on her fellowship with you.

I procured my grandmother's
engagement ring

none of that happened.

Why am I the only one
that remembers this?

You parted ways before the fellowship.

And yeah, when I met her,
at first, she was pretty gloomy.

I get it, endings are... Are difficult.

I think you should
visit sickbay, doc... wait.

At first, she was a fellow, yes.

But she quickly became more.

An equal.

After a while, she was
running the excavation site

on vadia nine with me.

And one night, we stayed late.

And I read her a poem by neruda.

"I crave your mouth,
your voice, your hair."

And she...

She kissed me...

No.

No.

Please, Dr. Korby.

I owe you an apology.

Yes, for that. But also, you were right.

Reality has been changed.

None of this is how it should be.

- So you remember?
- I do.

But I am not entirely sure why.

Have you tried telling Christine?

Yes, but she shut me down.

I've considered several
possible explanations

for this mass delusion.

First, that this is an alternate dimension.

I've already checked myself for
phase variance and found none.

Exposure to an
environmental hallucinogen.

Christine and I arrived
at the same time, so...

You would both be unaffected.

Alien virus?

The bio-filters have
been recently upgraded.

Perhaps an improbability field?

We once entered one
that made us... sing.

Perhaps.

Now that I am aware of the situation,

I will obviously not
proceed with the nuptials.

You may not have a choice.

Every time I've tried to stop this wedding,

something has interfered.

You are suggesting the presence

of an advanced intelligent life-form

with reality-altering capabilities.

Yes.

But why leave you unaffected?

Well

my rigorous intellect may have

shielded my mind from the illusion.

Doctor.

If one of our intellects
could bestow immunity,

I am confident it would not be yours.

Come. We can use the
science lab to scan the ship.

Any anomalous energy
should be detectable.

Great. Another andorian annoyance.

There you are!

Greetings and many felicitations

on this happiest of wedding eves.

- Mr. Korby.
- Doctor.

You really are everywhere, aren't you?

Bit like a rash.

Speaking of which, the
rest of the bridal party

are enjoying facials.

Perhaps you should join them.

You do look a little
dull. Are you sleeping?

The bags beneath your eyes say no.

My darling groom,
what do you think of this?

The color really brings out your eyes.

Could this wait? I have
urgent duties to attend to.

Don't be silly.

Right now, your most
important mission is matrimony.

That one will be fine.

Come. We must go.

It's doctor.

"It's doctor."

Nice lab.

Initiating ship-wide scan
now. It will take a few minutes.

I was thinking about how it was
that you became disillusioned.

At the moment I punched you,

it was as if a fog in my
mind lifted, and I knew.

Perhaps it was the sudden burst

of adrenaline and cortisol that did it.

It is also possible that whatever power

is creating this false
reality cannot be maintained

when so directly
confronted with the truth.

Regardless, we must find a way

to communicate the
situation to the captain.

Good luck with that.

There you are.

You were supposed to
meet me in your quarters.

Whatever this is, I cannot.

Sam! What do we have here?

These are the wine selections
for the head table tomorrow.

Listen to me very
carefully, lieutenant kirk.

Enterprise came to starbase one

to celebrate the federation centennial.

Not a wedding.

Nurse chapel and I
are no longer a couple.

We are not getting married.

You are suffering from
an unknown phenomenon.

It is possible we are all under attack.

I get it.

I get it, Spock, you have cold feet.

- It's totally normal, look...
- punch me.

What?

I'm not gonna punch you.

You are sloppy.

Less intelligent than your brother.

No one likes your mustache.

And you have terrible taste in wine.

If I gave you a black eye
the day before your wedding,

Christine would kill me.

Scan complete.

There are no anomalous
energy readings present.

Perhaps the chardonnay.

Sir, we have an urgent situation.

I am aware, lieutenant.

And there. Fixed that.

Mr. Spock, welcome
to your bachelor party.

- Hey.
- Spock-o!

Spock!

I prepared all of your favorites.

Jumbo mollusk, pok-tar,
and look what I found.

Lutrog.

And something imbibable for
the rest of us: Saurian Brandy.

Honestly, I'm not
really much of a drinker.

I hardly touch the stuff.

I believe tradition dictates

the groom-to-be give us a
toast before he walks the plank.

- Yes, speech.
- Speech.

Come on, Mr. Spock.

Our reality has been changed.

Nurse chapel and I are not together.

She is in love with Dr. Korby,

and only he and I remember this.

To Spock, the luckiest man in the world.

Yes, to Spock.

- Mr. Spock.
- Cheers.

Captain, enterprise is
experiencing a mass delusion.

I told you. Cold feet.

My feet are perfectly warm, thank you.

This is serious.

Relax, Mr. Spock.

Which I know is difficult for you.

That's why the lutrog.

Careful with that.

It seems clear by now

that being confronted with the truth

is not enough to break the spell.

Which leaves us with
emotional response.

But we have seen a range of emotions

and yet none dispel the delusion.

Anger, rage, it's one of the
most powerful emotions there is.

Perhaps another
equally powerful emotion.

Like what?

Love.

Mr. Spock, I almost
forgot, the wedding planner

asked you to weigh in on
the seating arrangement.

Take a look at row
eight, if you don't mind.

Captain?

How many guests are
invited to the wedding?

All the crew and, 107 registered guests.

Thanks.

Computer, how many individuals

are currently aboard the enterprise

besides crew and registered guests?

One.

We have a wedding crasher.

Hiding in plain sight.

Computer, locate that individual.

The individual fitting that description

is in the port galley.

Spock, where you going?

We're gonna do karaoke.

Mr. Korby, Mr. Spock.

Shouldn't you be at your bachelor party?

I'm working on a specialty
drink for the reception.

How do we feel about pomegranate?

I do not need a bacchanal.

Then you should get your beauty rest.

I do not need to sleep.

Count tribbles, then.

You. You are the entity.

Mr. Spock.

Your vulcan sense of
humor gets me every time.

I'm your wedding planner, remember?

You twirled into my office, drunk on love,

wishing for a wedding day full
of magic and unspeakable joy.

A wish.

That night, here in the port galley,

you were the bartender then, too.

I wished things could
be different with Christine.

And you made it so.

You're welcome.

It does not matter.

We are not going
through with the wedding.

You have to fix this.

You can't just control people's minds.

I can do anything I want.

I am a wedding planner.

And I do not like it when
people ruin my plans.

Wakey wakey,
Mr. Spock. It's your big day.

You cannot force me
to continue this charade.

Can't I, though? Do you know

what would happen to
everyone if you made me mad?

I don't think I can even imagine it.

Well, look at that.

My own little vulcan terrarium.

My friends will be so jealous.

I do hope you'll play along now, yes?

I can hear the wedding bells.

Look at you, you look great.

All weddings should be on the beach

and everyone should be in shorts.

Okay.

I have been searching for you.

He's made me the maid of honor.

And he says if I don't play along,

he's gonna wish us all to a cornfield.

I do not understand the
significance of this wish.

It's from a... Doesn't matter.

He's talking about wiping
us from all of existence.

Yes, he made this threat to me as well.

You're gonna have
to go through with this.

Just... maybe that's
the only way to end it,

play his game.

It's time, Spock.

Let's get you married.

Please be seated.

What a delight

to be gathered here today to
celebrate something so special,

a force more powerful
than the fastest starship.

Humans call it love, and
I'm told love can conquer

- all things.
- Christine... shh. Not yet.

Do you both have your vows?

No.

No!

I object.

- We're not there yet.
- Roger, what are you doing?

Christine, you have to stop this.

You stop.

You can't just make people feel things

that they don't really feel!

That's it.

Aw...

Please, continue, Mr. Spock.

The human poet neruda wrote,

"I crave your mouth,
your voice," your hair.

"Silent and starving," I
prowl through the streets.

"Bread does not nourish
me," dawn disrupts me,

"all day I hunt for the liquid
measure of your steps."

This is what it is like
to love you, Christine.

And the person worthy of your love,

they must be courageous.

They cannot be drowning.

They cannot be unsure

or at the mercy of their
own emotional storms.

They must be a safe harbor.

They must have the
ability to hold space for you.

To see you.

Just you.

They must be able to
hear your unuttered call.

They must be able
to give you everything.

They must offer you the
moon and the sun and the stars

all at once.

I did not know when it
was your mother's birthday.

I didn't tell you.

It's no one's fault.

This is wrong, Spock.

We're not supposed
to be getting married.

No.

We are not.

Yes, you are.

Roger...

Roger.

Well, no, he's a dog, so... no!

No, no, no, no, no!

That is it.

Everybody dies.

- And I'm starting with the dog.
- You keep away from him.

Prepare for a cavalcade of death.

No one gets a wedding
cake slice tonight.

You're going to die. You'll be dead.

And you with the crown,
what were you thinking?

Tried to outshine the bride?

And you blue faces, you
could see I was in blue.

How dare you.

Death to you. And you
at the back with no mouth.

Yes, you.

Actually, that's... I like
that. You can, you can live.

What is this?

Not now, dad.

You've made enough of a mess.

Please, let's not make a scene.

My... Christine.

But they're not playing along.
They're not listening to me.

And you are not listening to me.

Shall I show you once more
what the consequence is

- for disobedience?
- No.

I'll be good, I promise.

Wait, you're a child?

A very young one. Only
8,000 of your earth years.

8,020, dad.

- It's time to go.
- I don't want to go.

Wait, before you leave

might I ask why?

Well... Look at him.

I spotted him digging in the
dirt on the old homeworld.

He's just so handsome
and smart and perfect.

It's just annoying.

Yes, that does make perfect sense.

- Oy. - Now...
- Free the rest of them. - Okay.

Tallyho.

You've all been lots of fun.

Okay, everybody, all right, all right,

all right, all right, okay, all right.

That was, that-that-that...
That was strange.

A shared delusion about a wedding

is a new one, isn't it?

Okay... federation day.

2161, the, founding species

came together to create, the federation.

Largely in response

to our interactions with
other foreign species.

Some of them very awkward.

So it's only fitting

that-that our-our centennial be marked

by a-a-a similar awkward, interaction.

And the bar is open.

Those look incredible.

I'll make you one, but it's alanni rye.

It will burn a hole
through your esophagus

and whatever is below your esophagus.

And maybe the floor.

Two pints of guinness, please.

Probably a safer bet.

Are you the doctor from the enterprise?

Joseph m'benga.

You know, I kind of
miss the flower crown.

Yeah?

I kind of miss the big green veil thing

you had going on.

Well, I can tell you it
is not every girl's dream

to have a cosmic
trickster play dress-up dolls

with her emotions and make
her marry the wrong man.

- The last 48 hours have been...
- Roger.

I know.

Me, too.

Now, let's go dance and
never talk about this ever.

Deal.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

If we play our cards right.

We were just saying that an artist

with such prodigious skills

shouldn't be confined to a starbase.

If you're offering me a job on a starship,

my answer is yes.

Thank you.

- Pleasure meeting you.
- Thank you.

I just had a very interesting conversation

with the chancellor of
starfleet's public relations.

- Yeah?
- They may commission

a feature-length
documentary of star fleet.

Well, the chancellor likes
me, so I'll put in a good word.

You know, anything to annoy Erica.

- Shall we annoy Erica?
- To annoying Erica.

To annoying Erica.

That was a beautiful speech.

Yes. I suppose so.

Love comes in all forms, Mr. Spock,

and you gave her yours.

And I have no regrets.

Still, it is a waste.

What is?

Well, you spent all this
time learning to dance,

and now you're just sitting on it.

After all, your shoulder placement

has been measured precisely, has it not?

If I'm not mistaken,

I am not supposed to measure them.

I am supposed to let them flow.

Lieutenant... Are you
asking me to dance?

It's all you. It's all you.

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