Santana's new theme park was very very quiet, except for the piped music throughout the 17 acres. Here's a little clip:
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2 comments:
- Hmmm ... fascinating Dr. McCoy, the rocks appear to be singing to us. Perhaps it is some kind of mating song?
- Yes, amazing Captain, but if take a look here--oh my God Jim, look out, it's coming for you, it's coming..!
- Urk
- McCoy to bridge! Send down a security team, the captain's ... dead!!
(Laa laaah, la laaaah la la laaah laaaah...)
Brilliant. I imagine the killer triffid-orchid was the next surprise in store for the crew. Someone in a red jersey is gonna get it...
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