off.
When he entered the theater he was surprised to find it completely empty except for one lone person sitting in the center of the front row. It was strange to see such a large room so barren. Bob walked in and found himself a seat near the center.
The man in front was loudly laughing and clapping his hands. He was oddly amused for an episode of Star Trek. Bob tried to ignore him and focus on the show.
It seemed to be an episode that Bob did not immediately recognize, which was strange as he had seen every episode of the Original Series sixty-seven times. Spock, McCoy, Sulu, and Chekov were discussing the sudden disappearance of Captain Kirk. The characters seemed more scared and worried than Bob had ever remembered seeing them.
The man in front hooted and Bob took his eyes off the screen to glare at him, but the man was no longer there. Bob sat up to get a better look at the front row. The man really was gone.
Bob sat back, relieved to be rid of the nuisance. He jumped when he realized there was now someone sitting next to him. The man was facing him, with a broad, slightly unhinged smile.
The man leaned closer and Bob gasped when he saw the face of William Shatner.
“Hi, I’m Bill,” said the man offering his hand, “my my, you’re a good looking fellow.”
“Thanks,” said Bob shaking his hand, “and we’ve already met.”
“Oh, we have?” the Shatner’s left eye twitched, “my mistake.”
Then the man was gone. One moment he was sitting next to Bob and the next, the seat was empty. Bob looked around confused and a little unnerved. Perhaps his mother was right and he really was going crazy over William Shatner.
“If you’re looking for a good price on airplane tickets, I know a place.”
Bob jumped and spun around, the Shatner was now sitting on his other side.
“…no…thanks.” Bob was getting a little scared. He was sure this was not the real William Shatner. His suit was different from what he was wearing earlier and it was not one of his public appearance suits. He was wearing one of the suits that Shatner reserved for commercials.
The man was acting very differently from how Shatner had when Bob met him in the signing room. Bob was also fairly sure the real William Shatner did not have teleporting abilities no matter how bad-ass that would be.
“How about a four star hotel at a two star rate?” eagerly asked the Shatner.
“No, I don’t want anything.” Bob stood and went to leave. This guy was starting to get to him.
Suddenly the man was in the row behind Bob and placed both of his hands firmly on Bob’s shoulders and pushed him back into the seat.
“You’re just stressed out. Sit back, relax, enjoy the show, and then we can discuss business,” said the Shatner as he started to give Bob a shoulder massage.
Bob would have protested but the Shatner’s hands felt so good.
He watched the screen and a Redshirt walked onto the bridge.
“Lieutenant Leslie,” said Spock, “what are you doing away from your post?”
Lieutenant Leslie pulled out a phaser and pointed it at Spock. “I’m here because I’m tired of taking orders from you boy scouts. There are going to be some changes around here.”
The Shatner continued to knead and his grip was starting to get a bit uncomfortably hard. Watching the show was not helping Bob. He
When he entered the theater he was surprised to find it completely empty except for one lone person sitting in the center of the front row. It was strange to see such a large room so barren. Bob walked in and found himself a seat near the center.
The man in front was loudly laughing and clapping his hands. He was oddly amused for an episode of Star Trek. Bob tried to ignore him and focus on the show.
It seemed to be an episode that Bob did not immediately recognize, which was strange as he had seen every episode of the Original Series sixty-seven times. Spock, McCoy, Sulu, and Chekov were discussing the sudden disappearance of Captain Kirk. The characters seemed more scared and worried than Bob had ever remembered seeing them.
The man in front hooted and Bob took his eyes off the screen to glare at him, but the man was no longer there. Bob sat up to get a better look at the front row. The man really was gone.
Bob sat back, relieved to be rid of the nuisance. He jumped when he realized there was now someone sitting next to him. The man was facing him, with a broad, slightly unhinged smile.
The man leaned closer and Bob gasped when he saw the face of William Shatner.
“Hi, I’m Bill,” said the man offering his hand, “my my, you’re a good looking fellow.”
“Thanks,” said Bob shaking his hand, “and we’ve already met.”
“Oh, we have?” the Shatner’s left eye twitched, “my mistake.”
Then the man was gone. One moment he was sitting next to Bob and the next, the seat was empty. Bob looked around confused and a little unnerved. Perhaps his mother was right and he really was going crazy over William Shatner.
“If you’re looking for a good price on airplane tickets, I know a place.”
Bob jumped and spun around, the Shatner was now sitting on his other side.
“…no…thanks.” Bob was getting a little scared. He was sure this was not the real William Shatner. His suit was different from what he was wearing earlier and it was not one of his public appearance suits. He was wearing one of the suits that Shatner reserved for commercials.
The man was acting very differently from how Shatner had when Bob met him in the signing room. Bob was also fairly sure the real William Shatner did not have teleporting abilities no matter how bad-ass that would be.
“How about a four star hotel at a two star rate?” eagerly asked the Shatner.
“No, I don’t want anything.” Bob stood and went to leave. This guy was starting to get to him.
Suddenly the man was in the row behind Bob and placed both of his hands firmly on Bob’s shoulders and pushed him back into the seat.
“You’re just stressed out. Sit back, relax, enjoy the show, and then we can discuss business,” said the Shatner as he started to give Bob a shoulder massage.
Bob would have protested but the Shatner’s hands felt so good.
He watched the screen and a Redshirt walked onto the bridge.
“Lieutenant Leslie,” said Spock, “what are you doing away from your post?”
Lieutenant Leslie pulled out a phaser and pointed it at Spock. “I’m here because I’m tired of taking orders from you boy scouts. There are going to be some changes around here.”
The Shatner continued to knead and his grip was starting to get a bit uncomfortably hard. Watching the show was not helping Bob. He
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