🐺The Red Shirt Diaries p - Sentence Starters - pt1
“Is that a Starfleet rule? Or a Captain __ rule?” “So here I am, eating my cubes.” “Fifty Shades Of Grey in Klingon, that’s my favorite historical romance!” “Today aboard our beloved flagship, is the very magical day known ship-wide as physical training,” “We picked up a super awkward ginger kid today,” “Sometimes I think the male crew members have it worse, they’re not allowed to wear shirts at all. Captain’s orders.” “Ooh, space cotton,” “Where did this old log come from? I thought I deleted it,” “I met Captain ___ today, he’s really really handsome,” “I’m just really ready for a five year mission this time around,” “I served under ___, so what could be worse than that?” “He gives me gifts. Look, his leftover cubes!” “Something crazy happened, I know people say that in space all the time, but there’s just no other word for it,” “He’s dead, my first space-love is dead,” “Thanks for that space lovin’!” “There’s a virus on board the ship and it’s making everybody go cuckoo crazy!” “My quarters are right beside the rec room, and I’m pretty sure there’s an orgy going on in there,” “As long as I stay here and draw no attention to myself, I should be fine,” “Stay here, they said! With the space dog, they said! it’ll be fun they said!” “Do I look like a warm and fuzzy person? Because I’m not.” “It’s beyond me why scientists feel the need to bring such dangerous animals on board!” “Your door…. was unlocked!” “Have you just been wandering around and changing shirts for five minutes?” “You clearly. Have no idea. How ____ thinks. Carry on!” “Captain, are you attempting intercourse again?” “Good man. Good Vulcan. Good half-man Vulcan.” “Klingons! Pew! Gorns! Pew! Space-dog! Pew!” “You’ve gotta learn how to aim before you can learn how to fire,” “By the end of this log, one of us will die!” “I don’t believe in casual wear,”
