[Kirk rolled his eyes slowly and whipped the phaser around again, smacking it hard against the same place on McCoy's jaw that he had before. Then while the doctor was distracted with that, he hooked a foot behind one of the doctor's ankles and yanked it out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.

The captain moved quickly, straddling McCoy's chest with his knees pinning the man's arms down, pretty much keeping him on the ground.]

"So I'm having a dilemma. I'm gonna tell you about it, because I like you," [Kirk said somewhat sarcastically, waving the phaser around.] "You're not my McCoy. So strictly speaking, I can forgive all of the nonsense you're spilling out. But since I have you here, I should make an example out of your ugly face for all of the other do-gooders and misguided attempts at heroism. So what do you think? A nice scar? Or should I just make you unrecognizable for a while?"