"Damn it, Jim!" McCoy shouted, holding a long string of asparagus in one hand holding it up in the direction of the captain with furrowed, pissed eyebrows. "Eat your vegetables!"

"No!" Jim shouted, ducking the shot of phaser fire.

The doctor ducked as did Spock and the remaining security officer Bryan Fuller.

"Doctor, it does not appear that the asparagus will be useful in combat," Spock replied.

"Asparagus is not a weapon," Fuller said, once he realized that the doctor had lost his standard issue phaser.

"Anything is a weapon when it comes to Bones," Jim said.

McCoy stood up.

"I got asparagus and I am not afraid to toss it at your general direction!" McCoy shouted in the direction of the people firing at their direction.

The firing stopped and a clatter of weapons was heard landing to the dirt.

Then they heard running coming from squeaky, large boots.

Jim and Fuller shared wide eyes sharing a glance toward each other.

Spock appeared to be fascinated looking over toward the doctor like he was gazing at a scientific marvelity but most importantly at the wimpy asparagus. Spock's eyes were stuck on the green, wide almost rubber like edible product. The tip was a folded tree held together. His parents had served him various meals with this vegetable in his childhood. And seeing it being used as a weapon was intriguing. And how it worked, as well. Books were not only weapons to humanity or to space antagonizing natives.

"See?" McCoy said, looking over toward the shorter man. "Asparagus is the most healthy thin' there is that wards off obesity and bein' cranky, slow, and unhealthy life style," he waved the green, wet asparagus. Where did McCoy find a cooked, delicious asparagus? It was a mystery better left unsolved. "The orcs prove it!"

"Captain?" Spock inquired, looking over toward Jim. "I do not know what argument you had with the doctor this morning but I recommend you resolve it peacefully."

"Never!" Jim ducked into a bush that had leaves shaped like unhealthy food such as doughnuts, sweet tarts, and candy. The man's head poked out of the sweet yet intoxicating smelling bush with his sapphire eyes glaring back at the doctor's direction. "Never, ever, over my dead body."

"We must inform the federation colony that attempting to live here is a illogical decision," Spock said. "given the. . ."

"Orcs," Fuller said.

"Land, sugar thrivin' orcs," McCpy said.

"Natives of the planet," Spock said.

"Do that, Mr Spock," Jim replied. "I will only come out if he does not threaten me with that asparagus!"

McCoy had a hand behind his back.

"I cross my heart and hope to die," McCoy said.

"Pinkie swear?" Jim asked.

"I can't promise that, now can I?" McCoy said. "I am your doctor, not your passive background observer."

"I will ensure you do not get threatened by the doctor," Spock said, then looked over toward the young doctor.

"Good luck with that," McCoy said, bouncing on the tip of his toes. He looked over toward the younger man. Spock had both his hands on the side of his waist and so the doctor mimicked him like Fuller was doing. They were all equally annoyed by the captain who should be a adult not a teenager finding his ground. "get your athletic rear out of there!"