/His torso is as flat as a nellie-fag's./ Spock, of course, had about as much in common with club-kittens-he-had-known as an Andorian would have with an Andorran.
Spock saw him smiling. "Captain?"
"Getting anywhere, Mister Spock?"
"I believe I have located the source of our problem. The--"
"Can you fix it?"
"Yes. It's actually rather simple." Spock beckoned for Kirk to look at the display. "As you can see, it is transmitting the output we requested . . ."
James T. Kirk was done with club kittens.