Captain’s Log, Stardate 2020.8, USS Enterprise (NCC-1701)
On the surface of Planet IX, Trapexoid Syztem 939, our landing party was surprised by Trapexoidians into a Death Match with the Grand Champion Trapeze Trio in the Mirror Arena.
Bones and I conferred on how to get Spock into a spangled costume: an artful injection of FloraSpora21 from Omicron Ceti III did the trick. As for Bones, he didn’t suspect opiate in his Sweet Tea Mint Julep. Naturally athletic, I remained in full possession of my faculties.
Triumph! Eyes glowing, the Trapexoidians graciously endowed us with diplomatic immunity.
The appended photograph demonstrates their unique visual capabilities.
We. Were. HOT.
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