.015 - [Voice]

[captain_jtkirk]

[Filtered to McCoy]

[There's a lot of groaning at first because someone tried to drink his body weight in alcohol over the weekend.]

Bones... hey Bones, my head kinda feels like someone tried to bash it in with a rock. Can you fix that?

And have you seen my shirt?

Oh and... can I stay with you for a while? In case of lynching mobs? I'd ask Chekov but I kinda think that he'd scream like a girl and give me up.

So if I crawl to you, you'll fix my brain. Right? Yes? Sound like a plan?

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[a pause as he rubs his temples.] You are an idiot, have I told you that lately?

[a long suffering sigh.] Where are you?