Stardate oh, wait, that’s pajama boy talk.
No decent waves again today. Bummer.
Put into Deep Space 9, met with that Ferengi about a trade for some Mr. Zog’s Sex Wax. He wants a Genesis Torpedo AND a 5 cases of Tribble Sweat for the hundred barrels. Asked if the torpedo was for Captain Gremmie, to which the Ferengi said “None of your business.” Warned him that this thing produces too much wave for Gremmie to handle, which is why it comes with a warning label from the Feddie’s Surfer General. Otherwise, only one case of Tribble Sweat. Eventually settled for the torpedo, one case of 100 Feddies Tribble Sweat, a very good brand and two barrels of Bloodwine, while the Ferengi threw in 10 cases of something called Romulan Ale. Hard bargain.
Ran into O’Brien. He was looking for a new surf program for the holodeck. Said he needed the practice before he and that Klingon wanna be, Woof, or whatever his name is, took Defiant out for the Betelgeuse Rollers. Told him I would see what I could do next time I’m out. And to have some good trade stock on hand. Start squeezing tribbles, Dude.
Ran into Dax. Dude, is she hot. Makes me want to count her spots. Took her to that Ferengi’s bar, and we swapped rounds of MY Tribble Sweat, and traded surf stories. Invited her to go out surfing with us. She’d be a good Captain’s woman. She sounded agreeable, but would have to wait until she can get leave for her duties. Dax said she’d rather go out with me than that fake Klingon, Woof.
The Ferengi threw us out, said he was tired of drunken surfers and, anyway, he was closed.
Went back to my ship and crashed. Dreamed about surfing some big waves soon.
Kahuna
