Space. Space. Space. Space. Space. Space.
Captain’s log, stardate two point five something. I’ve taken too much LSD. I’m trapped on the planet’s surface. I’ve been trapped here taking plant poisons, LSD. I can’t breathe. I’m underwater. I feel like my penis is on the ground.
Captain’s log, stardate two point five something. Psi deck. Can’t talk, I’ve taken too much LSD.
I’m—transmitting from the Earth’s core. I’m trapped on this planet without my crew, without my ship.
I’ve—taken some sort of psychedelic plant here. Couldn’t be avoided. I’m now lying on my back. I’m trying to get a circumcision.
My penis needs me wrapped in pure alcohol.
I need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Some sort of—some sort of—some sort of—some sort of planet, leave me out of this poison ground.
Captain’s log, stardate two point something, fucking God, taken too much LSD. I got to get off this planet.
My crew, my ship, too lackadaisical, too stoned, to even respond. I need some sort of a remedy. I hate to—hate to contact the ship service. Go two time, go two times, time the poison a line to take the vibe off. Never taken so much LSD in my life.
I hate to—hate to—hate to—
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the shake to got breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Kirk to crew, I’ve got an emergency. I’m on the planet’s surface. I seems to—hello, Country Crow.
This is Sulu, go ahead.
I’ve got some kind of emergency down here with some kind of a psychedelic plant. I feel like I’m breathing liquid water. Hello, crew.
Get it to start.
What the hell are you talking about, Captain? You’re nae makin’ sense! Have ya taken more LSD, have ya?
I’m trying to take as much poison as I can to get this lackadaisical crew pointed in the right direction.
Listen, I’m just only fucking lying, Captain.
My people is like a penis crew. I can’t go on the ground. I have to breathe two times. I feel like two thousand people. I’m tripping out. I need help. Some kind of sick bay. I hate to—hate to—hate to—
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Hate to—need to go back to back. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I hate to.
Need to go back to back. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship.
Need to go, need to go, need to go, back.
Penis, LSD, I’m on the ground; I can’t breathe water. I can’t pee like a ground TV. I gotta go two times. I have to go home. Please.
I need help. I’ve taken two times as many times as LSD that can kill me. I’m a man. I can’t go on the ground. I’m breathing LSD. I got penises all over me. I hate to—
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Need to go back to the ship. I can’t breathe.
Hate to—need to go back to back. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship.
I hate to—need to go back to the back. I can’t breathe.
Need to go b-b-back to the ship. I believe.
Need to go, need to go, need to go, back, breathe.
Want to call a ship, need to go to planet’s surface, be naked. Permanently.
