Counting the Chads

By monkee

Summary: Inspired by the U.S. Presidential Elections, 2000.

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Captain's Log: We are in orbit around Chadus III. In exchange for some dilithium, we have agreed to assist the Chads with their annual census using our sensors.

"Captain," Harry argued, "the Chads in the execution building will be dead in seconds. Should they really count?"

"And I don't understand why dimples should disqualify them," Chakotay interjected, flashing his own handsome dimples, hoping to sway his Captain.

"And it hardly seems fair to the expectant mothers..." Paris began, imploringly.

"Gentleman," Janeway interrupted, "we have to use their rules, not mine. Hanging Chads count, dimpled and pregnant ones don't!"

The End.