Yeoman Janice Rand cast a furtive, desperate glance over her shoulder - she could see the approaching, remastered Gorn as it lumbered towards her, blinking in magnificent CGI, over a dusty vasquez of rocks. Janice looked about, but could see no diamonds, coal or sulphur to make herself a cannon, so she detached her basketweave hair bun and tossed it at the Gorn, knocking him out cold.
Janice smiled. Hair today, Gorn tomorrow.
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Groooooooan ... (or would that be, "Gooooooorn?") Terribly punny, sir. ;-)
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