"What Jim, you want what"*
I'm never going in that confounded
Contraption. Do you know what happens
When you step in.

Molecules spread upon the cosmos,
Skin is nothing then it plays jigsaw
With my bits, what parts does it miss.

Do you know the people that have
Stepped on this thing, its like sitting
On a 20th century public toilet.

"Bones what are you saying"
"You been taking your meds again"

Jim, Spock don't you raise that eye brow,
Don't think I didn't see that slight grin.

"I'll not get on that confounded contraption"

Where's the shuttle, its a metal tomb, but
Anything is better than beaming away,
Rematerializing just isn't my dam thing.