„Aaaargh!“ Quark let out what could only be described as a guttural squeak. „What are you putting on my lobes, hu-man?! Are you trying to kill me?!“
„You did ask for natural remedies. Let’s see.“ Julian raised the jar and looked at it under a better light.
„You’re only checking now?!“
„I assure you, it is completely safe.“
Quark sunk back into the chair, awaiting his grisly fate.
„It’s sage! Or Salvia officinalis, if you will.“
„I will not,“ Quark growled.
„On Earth it is also known as old crone’s ear. Fascinating, isn’t it? Quark? Quark!“
The mighty Ferengi fainted.
Kinky.
Kahvi
Kinky.
(I said what I said.)
Kahvi
(I said what I said.)
I mean... Wouldn't this be
Smrtijedka
I mean... Wouldn't this be more like a urological exam? :D Although true, I have never stated they are in the infirmary... The possibilities!
Nepředráždil mu erotogenní
P.M.d.A.
Nepředráždil mu erotogenní zónu? :-)
Vy jste tady samí prasáci :D.
Smrtijedka
Vy jste tady samí prasáci :D. Já jsem to myslela tak, že mu tu erotogenní zónu asi rozdráždil někdo až tak, že potřeboval doktora :D. Ovšem smrt autora a tak, takže interpretacím se meze nekladou :p.