vulcannic

Kirk: Mr. Sulu, you can fly this thing, right? Sulu: What the fuck did you just fucking say to me, you little bitch? Ill have you know I graduated top of my class in the pilot’s course, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret missions aboard the Enterprise, and I have over 300 confirmed shifts. I am trained in small craft piloting and I am the best pilot in the entire Fleet. This is nothing but just another Starship. I will save us the precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this planet. Mark my fucking words (sir), You think you can get away with asking if I can fly this ship, think again Captain. As we speak I am Disengaging the inertial dampeners and the crew is being traced right now so you better buckle up, captain. The flight that saves the pathetic little thing you call a ship, you’re fucking lucky I’m here, captain. Not only am I extensively trained in emergency maneuvers, but I have access to the entire map of the United Federation of Planets and I will use it to its full extent to warp this tiny ship off the face of this mountain, Captain. If only you could have know what holy retribution your little “Worried” questions was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking question. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit masterful piloting all over this planet and you will sit there and shut up. Here we fucking go, Kiddo.