Hi there, Improvice Star Trek listeners. This is Chris Rathchen.

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Sorry, dude.

You're about to know why at about five seconds.

You know, I've heard the saying that there are no atheists in a foxhole.

What does that mean? I've never heard of that phrase.

Yeah, it's like a saying that, like, people who are, you know, about to die suddenly find religion.

So, like, we're on the trenches and, you know, there's GemHadar over there, and it's just you and me, Sarge. Yeah. So, uh... And, like, I've always not really believed in any kind of deity, but I just feel like with the Gemadar, like, lobbing, you know, photon grenades at us that, like, this is it. This is where Crick Watson finds that old-time moon religion. Damn, Crick. I started off this conversation talking about a fart I made. And, uh... Oh, God, no, I smell it now. I had no idea that's what you were talking about. Yeah, that was... I'm lobbing my own Jim and Dar photon bombs. Oh, God. Oh, Sarge, what did you eat? eat? Just rations, you know, lots of them. And I just want, I want you to know that I'm sorry that's the last thing you're going to smell because I think we're gone. God, you know, you and I work together so infrequently because the Sisyphus so rarely gets these like military missions. Like I forget that we have a Commando regiment on the ship. Hell yeah. But I'm just, it's just weird to me that you

and I are going to die here in your fart cloud. Look, uh, we're gonna die in a fart cloud,

but uh, if you like to hold hands and pray to whatever, God, uh, be happy to join that religion

quickly and, quickly and you know

you start the Jam and Dar coming let's go get him commando Greg yeah oh my

gosh you lead the charge Greg what hide over here well that's my surprise attack from Gem Hadar.

Oh, no, or the Dominion.

Their pieces are melting off.

Wait a minute.

Fart, quick, fart.

I'm trying.

I'm trying.

I've been, I have been pinching and fart all day because I was trying to be respectful.

Fart twits a gemma dar, I'll keep us safe with my magic, uh, blow on the fart cloud.

Blow it over.

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