Mr.S: It’s Strawberry Jam, Jim
But, not as we know it.
JTK: You mean, it’s ‘preserve?’
Mr. S: I shall have to carry out further analysis, Captain.
JTK: In your jim-jams?
Mr. S: That is not even remotely funny, Captain. Vulcans do not wear ‘jim-jams!’
JTK: Vulcans don’t wear PJs?
Mr. S: Not that I am aware of, Captain. Vulcan is a planet of propriety and sobriety.
JTK: So, you’ve never been to a Pyjama Party?
Mr. S: I do not believe a Vulcan has ‘ever’ attended one. We do know what they are – as we have sought knowledge upon many subjects – and have neither desired to attend or arrange one. Much can be said that that statement also applies to Garden Parties and Toga Parties.
Checkov (whispered to Sulu): Pooper!
Mr. S: Thank you, Mr. Checkov, I have extremely acute hearing; and consider your remark to be… I shall say, at the least… uninformed!
Sulu (whispered to Checkov): he probably sleeps in his uninform!
SD Sulu and Checkov giggle about this.
JTK: Gentlemen. Much as I love our little banter sessions; I think we should really be thinking about dealing with the red, amorphous cloud that is fast approaching us.
Mr. S: thank you. As I said Captain; the cloud is similar in many ways to an old-fashioned breakfast preserve from the 19th and 20th centuries, containing, as it does, a high percentage of natural Fructose sugar (and pips) an analysis of such has given results which I am strongly of the opinion indicate Strawberries.
Lt. Uhuru: We are receiving a transmission from the red cloud, Captain.
JTK (slightly bemused) We are?
Lt. Uhuru: It’s definitely coming from there, Captain.
JTK: Okay, let’s hear it, Lieutenant.