SPOCK IS QUICKLY MOVING ABOUT ON THE BRIDGE OF THE ENTERPRISE.

Lt. Uhura, do you detect the odor of perhaps some decaying alien life form.

SPOCK CHUCKLES TO HIMSELF.

Captain, I do indeed detect the olfactory stimulations the likes of which you mentioned. It seems to be right here amongst us.

(Biting his lip.)

Captain, the odor seems to be emination from Lt. Uhura's direction, I believe.

Woah, golly Moses! What is that? Sound general quarters! Prepare to abandon ship! Tote that barge, lift that bale!

KIRK'S EYES ARE WATERING PROFUSELY.

Captain! Captain! Snap out of it!

Oh, yes. Certainly. Thank you, Lt. Uhura. Mr. Sulu, steady as she goes.

But what about the smell?

(Fighting back a smile)

Mr. Sulu, if this subject continues to be discussed, we will be forced to pay heed to the, "Whomsoever smelt it, dealt it" aphorism.

Right, you are, Mr. Spock.