"Enterprise starlog, Captain Jonathan Archer, August 22, 2152. Enterprise has entered geosynchronous orbit over an interesting little planet near the Crab Nebula. The indigenous lifeforms there have evolved to be nearly invisible at night to almost all forms of light except ultraviolet, similar to the emperor scorpions on Earth. The environment is very hospitable, and I am considering a petition to allow shore leave there, pending a report on how dangerous the local fauna may be."
"…And he says to them, 'The Tellarite and the Andorian can stay, but the Vulcan has to leave!" Chief Engineer Commander Charles "Trip" Tucker III could not sustain a straight face as he delivered the punchline to his joke, and he bursts into a fit of laughter, followed quickly by the captain.
They, and Enterprise's first officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol of the Vulcan High Command, had just finished one of Chef's excellent dinners and were having, Trip thought, a very enjoyable conversation.
Though the two humans were laughing, naturally the Vulcan was not. "I was unaware that my species has become the butt of your people's jokes, Commander," she said coolly.
"Aw, don't be like that Sub-Commander," Trip wheedled in his southern twang. "I didn't mean anything by it." Captain Archer grinned in anticipation. Trip and T'Pol were very entertaining when they got into it.
"Nevertheless, your "humor" could be considered insulting."
The chief engineer frowned at her. "You're just jealous that your people don't have a sense of humor."
"On the contrary," T'Pol countered. "Vulcans do enjoy the occasional witticism."
Now that was interesting, Captain Archer thought. "Why don't you share one with us then?" he offered.
Trip's eyes lit up. "Yeah! That's a great idea, T'Pol! Hit us with your best shot."
She thought for a moment, but quickly shook her head. "I do not believe you would be capable of understanding the "punchline."
"Now who's being insulting," Trip countered. Typical Vulcans. Always assuming they were too advanced for humanity.
"Come on, T'Pol," the captain said encouragingly. "Think of it as a cultural exchange. You heard one of our jokes, now it's your turn."
T'Pol repressed a sigh. She may as well, if only to move the conversation forward to another topic.
"There is a man in a blue box outside the window," she said flatly, with (very) faint surprise. And indeed there was. The words "Police Public Call Box" were written above the entrance to the vessel. The stranger, dressed in the anachronistic garb of a jacket and bow tie, peered in through the ship's window and gave her a little wave when she noticed him, then he pointed a device at what must be a control station. The blue vessel moved out of view just as Trip and Captain Archer turned to look.
They stared out at the empty viewport for a moment before turning back to each other. Then they turned to her.
"It vanished," she told them.
"Very funny," the captain said diplomatically.
Trip rolled his eyes. Leave it to Vulcans to think "Made You Look" was witty.
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