“Upsie Daisy” came the velvety baritone, “Work work work”

Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles, MD, CMO

Kirshara looked at the doctor and replied “I can sit down without the illogical words, doctor.”

Kirshara

Pongo paused, and turned to look at the Vulcan Scientist. Pongo had dealt with racism through out his career at starfleet. There were sometimes that Stereotypes fit, and it seemed that this was going to be one of them. Pongo sighed, and slapped the table hard.

“First off its Lieutenant Commander, second, rude is more illogical than my words. You want on a duty roster this month?” Pongo stated flatly. “I will find you a doctor that will have time to complete your evaluation, you rear end of small mule like burro. Until then sit here, and keep your pointy eared hobogoblin trap shut.” Pongo growled, then looked around.

“Ensign Tauren!?” Pongo called for the Vulcan doctor to come relieve him of this idiot.

“Yes, sir?” The only evidence that Tauren heard the emotional tone or timbre of his chief’s voice was a slightly faster than usual gait as he approached the exam table. However, his own pointy ears had led him to hear most of the chief’s outburst, so he had a fair idea of what was going on. Direct visual observation confirmed most of the rest. “I see. I will take things from here, then?”

“Lieutenant, please lay back, and I will begin the evaluation,” he said, one eye and ear listening for whether the Chief would wander off out of close earshot.