(beware the lunatics!)
suffers from a particularly evil malfunction in the early days of
his bionics: he reacts to the Tri-D remote control, and his son
is a passionate "zapper"...
no, commander. SIR. Please. It's just my son watching channel
I ask what will happen if he changes to the Playboy channel,
studying of boots> "Better don't."
would you *please* stop channel surfing? At least while we have
company? I've already offended 3 officers by inadvertantly
making an obscene gesture when you press the channel button. And
I dislike walking into the fridge on a continuous basis as well."
where are all the batteries?"
until Q-Ball fixes this glitch."
am I supposed to watch Tri-D without a remote?"
can change the channels for you."
"Little Zach, please, not so fast! I'm getting quite
"And now to the two of us, QBall..." <impressive
growl worth the Goose>
"Captain, I am doing my best! But you must realize, that
with over 2 billion fine bio-mechanical nerve connections in your
arm alone, tracking the problem to the specfic faulty ones will
<leaning in closer> "Fix. It. NOW."
"Ah, Fredrick? Hold all my calls until further notice.
I've got a few billion circuits to test before I find myself
dropped off of the charging platform..."