[Growltigger]

Captain to number 1, please do not direct the chorus line of ovoids to Barry's cargo hold. Please direct them to the captain's ready room for, ahem, more examination......

The sheep head into the captain's ready room, the door closes and the sound of large bolts being drawn can be heard, closely followed by the following song...

"my rhubarb refuses to rise
to its natural size
my baby don't love me no more...
daddle daddle dum
daddle daddle dum
bring on the dancing sheep
Oiii"

Captain Slog, stardate 13.20 GMT - thank heaven for rubgy songs, but we are currently in orbit round Anus IV, my first officer is acting like a big girl's blouse and has backed out of the away mission, it is down to Ensign Power Man or Commander Kamog to go and expore Fart Point as the captain is, ahem, a bit tied up at the moment....