“I still say Klingons is the niggers of outer space,” Curtis
Baumgartner said.
Wayne Clewless
took a slug of Pabst, then set down the can with authority and stared down the
bar at Baumgartner like he was sighting him with his .22. “And I keep tellin you they ain't no niggers in space.”
“I ain't
talkin bout actual niggers. I'm sayin they is the niggers of space.”
“And I'm sayin
they ain't no niggers in space.”
“ What he's sayin Wayne,” Buddy Burnsed stepped in, “ is ever place has its niggers. And in space it's the Klingons.”
“ What he's sayin Wayne,” Buddy Burnsed stepped in, “ is ever place has its niggers. And in space it's the Klingons.”
“But how'd
they ever get in space? And how'd a bunch a niggers build a space ship? Answer
me that. ”
“Them Klingon
ships do look like they's nigger-rigged, Curtis,” Buddy Burnsed said.
“They ain't... regular... niggers,” Curtis
Baumgartner explained, exasperated. “They got regular niggers on the
Enterprise. You kin see the diff'rence.”
“Okay. So
you's sayin' they's space niggers.”
“If thet's the
closest you kin come to unnerstandin it, Wayne, then yeah. They's space niggers.”
Wayne stared
upward, visualizing the final frontier in the glo-in-the-dark stars glued to
the ceiling. “Well, if they's niggers in
space, then why they ain't no Klan?
Answer me that.”
Curtis almost
fell off his stool. “Wayne, you idiot –
what'd you think the Fed'ration is?”
Buddy Burnsed
muttered “Jesus Christ, Wayne,” into his beer.
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