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Staggering Stories Podcast #125: The Five Word Shuffle
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 05 Feb 2012 09:59

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins, Fake Keith and the Real Keith Dunn talk about the Big Finish Doctor Who story ‘Destination: Nerva’, consider what sort of character we might like to replace Amy, play lots of a new word game, find some general news and a variety of other stuff, specifically: 00:00 – Intro [...]


Staggering Stories Commentary #51: Primeval – Series 1, Episode 6
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 29 Jan 2012 14:54

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, superbatted, in front of ITV’s Primeval Series 1, Episode 6, and spout our usual nonsense! Nick Cutter is feeling time orphaned, Helen’s been up to no good with Stephen, Claudia’s feeling very specifically erased and Captain Ryan’s been a skeleton all along. But enough [...]


Staggering Stories Podcast #124: Holmesian High Jump
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:02

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins, Fake Keith, Jean Riddler and the Real Keith Dunn talk about Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss’ Sherlock: Series 2, have a retrospective on the year 2011, find some general news and a variety of other stuff, specifically: 00:00 – Intro and theme tune. 00:59 — Welcome! 01:34 – News: [...]


Staggering Stories Commentary #50: Doctor Who – The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 15 Jan 2012 10:54

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, caretakered, in front of the 2011 Doctor Who Christmas Special, The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe, and spout our usual nonsense! Cyril’s got oversized specs, Reg is following the light, the King and Queen and very wooden and Amy makes the Doctor moist. [...]


Staggering Stories Podcast #123: The Head, the Predictions and the Cardboard Box
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 08 Jan 2012 14:02

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Fake Keith, Jean Riddler and the Real Keith Dunn talk about the Doctor Who: ‘The Doctor, The Widow and the Wardrobe’, our Predictions, Hopes and Dreams and Fears for 2012, see how wrong we were about our Predictions for 2011, find some general news and a variety of other stuff, specifically: [...]


Mr Dalek and the Twenty Throod of Novemby
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sat, 07 Jan 2012 19:03

This missed Christmas, so let’s instead try to fight off those New Year blues! To this end, we proudly present a new Mr Dalek Audio Adventure on our podcast feed. This exciting story, new to audio, is written by long time Mr Dalek fan, Benjamin F Elliott, and narrated by Siobhan Gallichan in the unique [...]

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Star Trek

Star Trek: What I saw on the Promenade by Lieutenant John Jones (Deputy)

Written by Karen Dunn


I'm standing outside Quark's today
On guard I'm told or so they say
I have to stay 'til everyone
Has left and gone away.

Our Odo doesn't trust this guy
He says unless I'm here he'll try
To rip off all the customers
For profit everyday.

Oh why I chose Security
Will always always puzzle me
I have no courage in my soul
I never like to fight.

I remember when some Klingons tried
To strangle Quark and eat him fried
I stayed aloof and dignified
And ran away in fright.

I do not like it here, you see
Quark's ears and teeth they frighten me
I do not like the way he tries
To con me of my pay.

He leads me over to the wheels
Where chests on legs cry out with squeals
That if I'm very nice to them
They'll make my lucky day.

I shake my head and turn away
I will not risk my cash today
I will not leave my watching post
I simply am not brave.

I'm meant to watch the walks and halls
If Odo sees, he'll have my balls
And bust me down to Ensign
With a cheery Changeling wave.

So here I stand and watch the crowd
Bajorans can be rather loud
I wish to be on Betazed
Where no-one says a word.

Where no-one shoves and no-one shouts
And gods don't poke their noses out
Where Odo has a wife on hand
At least that's what I heard.

Now Dax trots up with grapes and stands
And throws them singly from her hands
And looks and giggles when they land
Upon poor Odo's head.

And Odo turns round with a growl
Sees Dax a-laughing and he scowls
And shouting, "I'll become an hawk"
Becomes a owl instead.

She flees along the Promenade
With Odo gaining by the yard
She bumps right into Sisko and
She sits upon the floor.

And Odo tells what she has done
And Dax proclaims, "It's all in fun!"
But Sisko says, "Arrest her, son!"
And boots her through the door.

Then Kira leaves the holosuite
Soaking wet from head to feet
Approached the bar and took a seat
Says, "Where the hell's that Trill!?"

And Quark does serve her Vulcan wine
Says, "Dax is locked up doing time
You want to maim her, get in line.
Hey! Come back! Pay your bill!"

She throws him money with a glare
Then runs right past me to the stairs
I wonder whether it is fair
To warn Dax of her plight.

But Odo's made it very clear
I mustn't move a step from here
And should I wander off or veer
He'll leave me here all night.

So leaning out across the rail
I look to see who will prevail
And hear a scream go off the scale
From deep in Odo's place.

Then Kira runs out of the door
And Dax does follow, looking sore
A holochip inserted in
A very private place.

Then Sisko follows at a run
The Captain he has all the fun
Whilst I just stand here feeling glum
And watching life go by.

And as they leave the noise it drops
I wonder who is up in Ops
Protecting us from enemies
Should any happen by.

And then I see the wromhole open
Start to wish I hadn't spoken
As 50 Vorta fighters
Come a-streaming through the rip.

Despite my job I am no fool
I run to Quark's and break my rule
I grab my favourite Dabo girl
And head off for a ship.

And as invaders swamp the halls
I find myself ignoring calls
To take up arms and man my post
Be brave and true as well.

I take the girlie by the arm
Intent on keeping her from harm
And when we hit the docking ring
We run like bloody hell.

 

The End