Captain's Log, Star date... Uhh, i dunno. The last time the borg attack they lodged my calender in the head chef's sternum. It sucked. Guy owed me 30 creds too. We're going to go meet a new race, here's hoping for hot women.
Captain's Log, Stardate 8627.5: I have woken up with a massive hangover, and I'm in the doghouse with Starfleet Command because I vomited all over myself while the channel was open and the Admiral of the Delta Fleet was giving us our assignment.
One thing is certain. Never challenge a medical hologram to a drinking contest. Ever. You will lose.
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