Star Trek haiku: The Man Trap
Med denne fart vil jeg være færdig med at genfortælle Original Series, når vi engang selv regner med star dates – men det skal ikke forhindre projektet. Her er afsnit to i sæson 1, The Man Trap, hvori vi lærer, at Kirk ikke er den eneste kvindebedårer på Enterprise – og måske endda ikke engang det største mandesvin (man kunne også se det som et eksempel på, hvordan ledelsens opførsel afspejles hos mandskabet, og have lidt medlidenhed med yeoman Rand)
An empty planet
Doctor McCoy has a past
Her name is Nancy
The doc recommends
Staying out of his business
(but with kinder words)
Nancy looks the same
At least to Doctor McCoy
Redshirt get the hots
Kirk sees her as old
A defence mechanism
Is it his or hers?
The doctor’s secret
Is a dark and scary one
His nickname is “Plum”
They meet her husband
Robert may not be polite
But sticks to one face
The the redshirt dies
With a mottled face, like he
Kissed an octopus
Spock is in command
Uhura wants moonlight talk
“Vulcan has no moon!”
Redshirt Darnell’s death
There should be no flies on him
Instead, there’s no salt
Back on the planet
Kirk doesn’t like mysteries
Bob doesn’t like Kirk
Robert goes looking
“I’ve got salt! Smell it, Nancy!”
More crewmen are dead
Nancy changes face
Now “she” looks like a crewman
And beams to the ship
The new crewman Green
Has his eyes on yeoman Rand
Or at least her salt
Rand reminds us all
That sexist pigs still exist
Even the plants grab
Everyone is trans
Gertrude becomes Beauregard
Nancy becomes Green
Green changes again
The man of Uhura’s dreams
But there’s no consent
Still cruising for salt
Nancy is Nancy again
Wants to roofie Plum
They find the O.G.
Original Green is dead
“It” looks like McCoy
Searching Enterprise
For a shapeshifting creature
That needs love and salt
Nobody eats Spock
Spawned in another ocean
He is the wrong salt
Spock speaks with his fists
But she knows how to argue
And drops the facade
Phaser wins the day
She returns to her true form
“I am sorry, Bones.”
Ingen kommentarer