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"Number One, what the hell are you doing on the bridge? Go get me a beer! Sheesh,
women!"
Number One: "Get your own damn beer Captain."
Later, Pike's quarters, Pike and Dr. Boyce having a drink.
Pike: "And then she says 'get your own damn beer.' The nerve!"
Boyce: "Of course. What you do to that?"
Pike: "What else could I do? Put a reprimand in her file and notified Starfleet Command she's been a problem."
Boyce: Who'd you speak with?"
Pike: "I didn't actually speak with anyone. I left a message with an Admiral Cornwell."
Boyce visibly grimaces and sips his bourbon.
Pike: "What?"
Boyce: "You know Cornwell's a woman, right?"
Pike: "They let women be Admirals now? I think you've had too much to drink."
Boyce: "I'm damn through having these conversations sober. All it is out of you is women on the bridge this and Orion Slave Girls that. My cock, at this point I'm actually working on a filter which will detect when you're about to say something sexist or ignorant and convert it into a series of beeps."
Awkward silence.
Pike: "So, this Cornwell, what can she do anyway?"
Boyce: "You do know she attempted genocide on the Klingons, right?"