Pooch Cafe by Paul Gilligan for May 09, 2004
Transcript:
Poncho: Put it up on screen! Boomer: Aye, sir! Gasp! It's a giant cat! Poncho: His the bark button! Poo Poo: Captain, we're under orders from starfleet not to bark at anything! Poncho: But... but it's a cat! Boomer: May I remind you, sir, that a violation of direct starfleet orders-- Poncho: Curse your green-blooded hide, we've got no choice! Prepare to bark! Hudson: Bark ready, captain! Poncho: Annnnd.... bark! Woof! Woof! Woof! Chazz: Poncho, I said no barking! Poncho: System override. Captain's log, stardate 71599. We've detected a presence in orbit around rigel 3.
Kirk wasn’t a red shirt guy.