"Captain's Log, Stardate April 9th, 2020
I'm not even sure why I am bothering with this. The power has been out for nearly twenty-four hours now ever since T'PoetsRevenge disabled the entire starship with the Electromagnetic Ellipsis. I might as well be talking into my finger.
Anyhoo, the Vulcaness's quick thinking had saved us from sliding through Typer Space, but now the Stanza is drifting aimlessly through . . ."
". . . Normal Space."
DUG squinted through a porthole on the starboard side and said, "It appears we have encountered a giant metal object."
The eyes of Bones McTallen became so big, they almost popped out of his skull. "It's an industrial sized tin of Bacon Flavored SPAM! HOORAY! We won't EVER starve! These scrumptious things have no expiration dates!"
True, but only because it was not real food.
McTallen refused to listen to anything other than his stomach. He recruited rowantree
into a spacewalk for the purpose of retrieving it. Due to the power outage, Kinkpoet
performed a manual override of the Caps Lock, allowing them to exit the ship.
Once outside the Stanza, it was discovered that the giant can was blocking everyone's view of a an even greater object.
"My goodness!" Poppykat Janeway cried out. "That's no moon! It's the Smorgas Borg!"
They all witnessed the gargantuan cube pulsing with lights rapidly approaching.
"It's a trap!" Warfyroo exclaimed ... but it was difficult to take him seriously, because that line was even more blatantly ripped off from Star Wars
than the previous.
It was hopeless; everything and everyone was caught up in the tractor beam of the Smorgas Borg, slowly being pulled into its Cornucopia!