Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I don't get the command computer back online soon,

It never happened.

These are control chips.

unless it can be moved out of the path of the star material hurtling toward us.

Yes, I can. But it's gonna take some time.

Captain's log, stardate 41209.3.

Reporting as ordered, sir.

to Acting Captain Wesley Crusher.

Data, download this information to Medical immediately.

In every way, of course.

That you're fighting something. What is it?

Chief engineer, report to the Bridge.

Thank you, lieutenant.

i did a poo in a pringles tube

If we only had a minute or so more.

You can relax, doctor.

- Geordi, how can I help you? - Help me to see.

Security just told me that he was longing for normal sight.

I think I can switch this to main viewer, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

Do it, yeah, go ahead.

Captain, tractor beam. We just locked onto the Tsiolkovsky.

But, sir, you don't do it yourself.

Set the transporter to maximum decontamination.

Confirmed, sir.

Because you have lost the capacity for self-judgment.

What has brought us here is a series of strange messages

Oh, God, and you touched me.

What would you do if you got your ship back?

Tsk. But I got out of my uniform for you, Data.

Captain, getting unusual readings now from the dwarf star.

About that, sir, did the doctor believe I was boasting?

- At least you're functioning. - Fully, captain.

It's pieced together from words he's used on the intercom.

Cover the ship as planned. Move out.

by young Wesley Crusher.

Warp 3. Heading 294, mark 37, sir.