Star Wreck III: The Search For Transwarped (PARODY

Star Wreck III: The Search For Transwarped (PARODY

Before we begin, a quick flashback to...

Star Wrek II: The Wrath Of Bormanis (KvP Contest)

With just seconds left before the final deadline, Transwarped left
his post on the bridge of the Starship KvP ContestantPrise and ran down to the server. They only had one chance to upload their enrty before time ran out, but it would require the ultimate sacrifice.

(Transwarped's "original" manuscript/prose format)

Dr. Jean ran after the green-blooded afro-man.

"Are you out of your disco-dancin' mind?! You can't go into that hard drive! No human can tolerate the run-on sentences in there!"

"As you are often point-out, I am not human. Besides, my bell-
bottoms will protect me." said the self-sacrificing Afro-alien, bravely.

"You're not going in there," she said, stepping between him and the
door, in an attempt to protect his health and safety.... both physical and mental.

"Perhaps you're right," he said, deceptively. He pretends to obey the ship doctor's orders, but then trickily lashed out with a Disco Nerve Neck-pinch that paralyzed the poor unsuspecting doctor. "To much is at stake, doctor,
and I have no time to discuss this logically." He quickly drew a ballpoint pen from his disco-white polyester blazer and wrote on her forehead the word, "Remember." He would have to act fast if their submissions were to make it before the 3 P.M. o'clock Pacific Daylight Time deadline. He put a bathing cap over his 'fro' hair, and donned cool-looking disco sunglasses as he walked determinedly into the ship's hard drive...

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(LLAP-TERRE-LOL's segment begins; attempting to "transition" from book/prose format, into script format, smoothly...)

Then JTK/Scotty yells at Transwarped inside the hard-drive,
"Are yee daft, man - it cannae be done and yeer brains'll be fried by
the radiation and screen-glare!"

"The needs of the many KvPers outweights the needs of the few... or
the one Server; with it's screwed-up formatting problems," Transwarped
calmly says, as he repeatedly hit the SUBMIT button... to no avail!

("smooth" transition to script format)

INT. On the bridge... The ship's captain, LLAP, sits nervously in the CON chair and hopes the downloads go through before the dreaded deadline overtakes them!

Suddenly the Intercom chirps, LLAP hits the button, and hears the distraught voice of his Chief Engineer coming from Engineering, below...

JTKesq/SCOTTY (O.S.): Scotty to bridge.

LLAP: Yes JTKesq/Scotty; don't tell me you haven't finished downloading
those submissions yet! We can't afford to miss this last deadline in
this contest.

Scotty(O.S.): I cannae do it, captain; and that's not the worst of
it.

LLAP: I asked you not to tell me that, Scotty! Just get those
submissions done... NOW!!!

Scotty (O.S.): Aye... (under breath) you dirty no-good...

LLAP: What's that, Mr. JTK/Scot?!!!

Scotty (O.S.): Oh-h-h-h-h... nothing sir-r... I'll be doin' what I can.

Capt. LLAP turns the Intercom off anxiously, and turns forward...

LLAP: Mr. Sulu-PineappleDan; get us out of here as soon as those
submissions are downloaded!!!

Sulu/PineAppleDan: Aye captain LLAP... (under breath) jerk.

MEANWHILE...

Int. K.V.P. FanLib-Site SHIP (inside the FanLib-ula gas cloud nebula) - Bridge (damaged)

Bormanis drags himself from the rubble and debris of faulty formatted downloads and submissions cluttering his desk, he reaches over to the secret computer server "Jinx-us-sis Device" and starts the sequence to lock-out the submissions after the deadline elapses... and a count-down begins!

Bormanis: LLAP-ee-ee... with my last breath, I spit at thee. From the
flames of hell, I flip you the finger. I will delete your submissions,
and kill all hopes of you writing - because you (and the others) are
better writers than WE "real" Star Trek Writers are, LLAP-ee-ee-ee...!

And he collapses from the strain of reading all those Round 4 submissions!

BACK TO SCENE:

Back on the KVP ContestantPrize's Bridge...

DGTrekker turns back to LLAP...

DGTrekker: Sir; we're getting download!

LLAP: Quick; hit the darned 'submit button' before it's too late, man!

Whiggy: Aye sir... DONE!

EXT. The K.V.P. ContestantPrize shoots away from the exploding FanLib-ula gas cloud nebula, and the Jinx-us-sis Device's catastrophic implosion!

BACK TO SCENE:

Everyone (in unison): YAY!!!

LLAP: Good work, mr. JTKesq/Scot... you get double the Spam-Haggis
rations with your scotch-whiskey for that little miracle, now!