"What the hell is this?" demanded Sir Patrick Stewart, waving the print-out like a semaphore flag.
"It appears to be a credit card statement for that item you purchased from Numidia. Apparently, you have been charged." Brent Spiner raised his eyebrows: "You have twenty-three days from the time of the transaction to pay the balance or at least apply a minimum payment."
Gates McFadden could only gaze upon the truck from the Central Casting Corporation as a league of Napoleonic cuirassiers mounted on chargers emitted from its loading ramp and lighted upon the OBE's carefully manicured lawn.
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"What the hell is this?" demanded Sir Patrick Stewart, waving the print-out like a semaphore flag.
"It appears to be a credit card statement for that item you purchased from Numidia. Apparently, you have been charged." Brent Spiner raised his eyebrows: "You have twenty-three days from the time of the transaction to pay the balance or at least apply a minimum payment."
Gates McFadden could only gaze upon the truck from the Central Casting Corporation as a league of Napoleonic cuirassiers mounted on chargers emitted from its loading ramp and lighted upon the OBE's carefully manicured lawn.
As ever, Jeff, I love this comment far more than the post that prompted it.
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