Getting to write this today was a bit of an epic struggle. My ride to town was late so the internet cafe there was closed - I started walking to the beach hotel and a huge monsoon thunderstorm rolled in - got back to the house looking like a drowned rat, called a taxi, got to the hotel, asked the guy to pick me up in a couple of hours, and two minutes after he left, a humongous lightning strike knocked out the power. <Expletive deleted>!!
We have encountered a previously unknown race of beings who communicate in a language which includes numbers as well as words - though we have thus far been unable to decipher the numeric portions. Their commander sent a message saying that if we did not leave our current orbit, he would 477886 our 279's so hard, we'd have to reach up to tie our shoelaces. He added that if we were thinking of beaming down, we'd be better off 3789'ing ourselves and we could "288976 his 478ing 445, you bunch of 677888ers" - or words to that effect.
They seem to be warning us off - but Mr. Data is still running the sequences through his positronic matrix to allow us to confirm this suspicion. Number two says he wouldn't mind putting his 77464 in the female first officer's 884773, but only after he 878787's her 11224 - I haven't the faintest idea what he's talking about, but I just nod and feign agreement - it seems to make him happy, bless his bearded little heart...
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