There we were in the mist of battle 2 stranded starships officers facing a horde of klingons desperate for our summer picnic, in fact Granma and our eldest grand child and my phazer ran out while Daniel held of the advancing horde I took my sugar reading and re-charged my phazer we called a truce sat down with the klingons and had our summer picnic, to be honest I was phazed out and had to sit down for an hou, but let's not tell anyone
