(Picard walks out into police station, sees Crusher wearing 1930s chic)
Picard: *jawdrop* "I must say, you wear it well."
Crusher: "Why, thank you, Mister Hill."
*Picard and Crusher stare at each other with awkward teenage-like silence*
I hate Nemesis. I hate it with the fire of a thousand suns. >.<
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RoTKTomorrow! :D