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 eminating from Lt. Uhura's area, I believe.

(after a stiff whiff)

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 funky smell?

SUDDENLY, THE WHOLE SHIP SHUTTERS AND CAUSES NEAR PANIC ON THE BRIDGE.

SCOTTY CALLS OVER THE INTERCOM.

Captain we've had a problem. The dual-field device has failed!

What exactly happened, Mr. Scott?

Well, an ionic-capable tool dropped into the antimatter syphon.

Meaning .... ?

(fighting laughter)

I believe Mr. Scott has executed a manual blunder. Much like the gaseous blunder that has errupted here among us.

Is that right, Mr. Scott? Did you cause this problem?

(to Spock)

Gaseous blunder?

I suppose I did, Captain. I was fighting to remain conscious while performing routine maintenance. Some God-awful odor was seeping into my area. It was all I could do to remain standing. It was bad, I tell you!

(seeing Spock with a wide grin on his face)

Mr. Spock, you seem to be in a good mood. Let's have it! What's so funny?

Captain, I was just wondering if Mr. Scott is impugning the air filtration system on the Enterprise.

And that was humorus why?