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This is Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer aboard the USS Enterprise. Bridge, do you copy?
[ There’s a man in science blue standing next to the fountain, looking cold and grumpy as he shakes his device. ]
Damn interference… Enterprise, this is McCoy. I don’t know what the hell happened with those infernal transporters, but I’m damn sure I ain’t where I’m supposed to be. Scott, can you hear me? Jim? Uhura? Sulu? Chekov? Chapel? Anyone?
… Spock?
[ Nothing, not even the hobgoblin. Dammit. ]
Right, well. Looks like I’ll try and blend in. Christmas music and all...
[ Except since his communicator couldn’t reach the Enterprise, it broadcasted his conversation to the entire city instead… ]
[ There’s a man in science blue standing next to the fountain, looking cold and grumpy as he shakes his device. ]
Damn interference… Enterprise, this is McCoy. I don’t know what the hell happened with those infernal transporters, but I’m damn sure I ain’t where I’m supposed to be. Scott, can you hear me? Jim? Uhura? Sulu? Chekov? Chapel? Anyone?
… Spock?
[ Nothing, not even the hobgoblin. Dammit. ]
Right, well. Looks like I’ll try and blend in. Christmas music and all...
[ Except since his communicator couldn’t reach the Enterprise, it broadcasted his conversation to the entire city instead… ]

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No. Too many drunken idiots falling off of rooftops or attempting to drive. Christmas trees catching fire, ham that made everyone sick... It's a nightmare and I always end up working on it.
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... There bars open on Christmas, here?
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My friend Lucy seems to be a fan.
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And your bourbon?
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