Bar Trek: The Next Generation. Episode 4: Sore Leave

[Puke]

A torrential flow of vomit rushes through the open portal, and knocks RD out of his chair - spilling his apple juice. With the laws of gravity not yet entirely intact, the large glob of vomit becomes selfcohesive and congeals into a single mass, once the flow finally dribbles to a halt.

a mass rotates on the surface, blinking open to reveal a massive eye that takes in the scene, paying careful scrutiny to Scoff, DG, and RD. The mass of vomit spontaniously attains sentience, and becomes self aware.

Puke is here.

Indescribeable imaginings transpire withing the primordial brain of Puke. A large dome of crystal or glass, which is feared not by Doc Shane (nor by Giordano Bruno), materializes out of the semi-somethingness of this reality, and encloses the cantina and the surrounding grounds. A tarmac appears outside, on which sits a very large egg.

Engines grow on the rear of the structure, so that the Cantina might go wherest it wilt.