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> > He put a paw to his midsection,, "I think I have
> dog poisoning," and a
> loud
> > long burp erupted uncontrolled from him, rumbling
> like a great bass tuba.
> >
> > The medic cocked her head slightly. "I am not
> sure if I know what dog
> > poisoning is, Lieutenant, but then I must admit
> that I have never
> treated someone
> > of your species before."
> >
> > "Look under Federation Species 'Dilbian" in your
> medical database," he
> said,
> > "Or i have an isolinear chip here withg the
> information on it."
> >
> > Thomas accepted the chip and inserted it into a
> nearby console to bring up
>
> > information about the Dilbian as she listened to
> Knucklebiter.
> >
> > "As far as 'dog poisoning', I think I am having a
> bad digestive reaction
> to
> > something I ate. I was told it was an Earth
> 'little doggie'.
> >
> > While she would not have chosen to eat a dog, it
> was not unheard of. A
> > number of south Asian and Polynesian cultures had
> a history of that sort
> of dish.
> > She was surprised to hear that it would make
> someone ill since it is
> really
> > not all that much different from eating the meat
> of another Earth mammel.
>
> > "Was the meat cooked when you ate it?"
>
> "No. was it supposed to be? I thought it was like
> that
> 'suu-shee' I was given on the Promenade one day.
> That
> was very good." he answered
>
> "Well, it would depend on whether your system could
> handle the bacteria in
> the meat when you ate it," she said with a smile.
> She scanned over his system
> and noticed a series of bacteria that had built up
> in the lining of his
> stomach. "I am going to give you some antibiotics
> to fight off the infection and
> something to settle your stomach," she continued as
> she picked up a
> hypospray and brought it to his neck. The injection
> to just a second. "Lieutenant,
> I think you can return to duty now."
Knucklebiter stood up to his ful hieght and then
reached up and touched the cieling with both arms.
He then flexed and stretched his cramped muscles from
trying to keep his frame inside smaller spaces.
"Thanks Doc, I feel like a kilo of gold pressed
ladinum,, now where am I am suppossed to go? Science
or Engineering?"
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