Episode Report Card Keckler: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The Search for Phlox
By Keckler | Season 4 | Episode 16 | Aired on 02.24.2005
Reed tells T'Pol they can't hold on much longer.
Phlox calls Krell the Exterminator and tells him, "By now you may have noticed the small package which we sent to your bridge. What you may not know is that it contains a potent sample of the meta-genic virus." A Klingon on Krell's ship stares dumbly down at the flashing canister. Krell the Exterminator rips it out of his hands as Phlox continues, "Even as we speak, it is dispersing throughout your ship, infecting you and your crew." Krell the Exterminator yells that he's lying and throws the canister against a bulkhead. He's going to be so upset that all he will manage tomorrow is a teeny-tiny ponytail. And it will be a half-hearted ponytail at best. The kind you do when you've had a bad night and you're pissed that you're awake but you still feel compelled to make some dabs at grooming. It's a hangover ponytail. In his beard. Phlox invites Krell the Exterminator to take some scans and see how infected he is. However, if he doesn't want to take scans, Phlox lets him know about all the delightful symptoms they're in for. Question: Knowing that he was in transport range of an infected colony, why did Krell the Exterminator allow anything to be transported onto his ship? Furthermore, since their shields have been up during the firefight with Enterprise, how in the world was anything even ABLE to be transported through? Just one of those random plot hole-errific questions of mine. Krell the Exterminator rages. Phlox calmly goes on, "I am prepared to give you the cure. Thanks to Captain Quantum, I have managed to complete the antivirus. Of course, if you destroy the colony, well, treating you and your crew could prove difficult. I suggest you power down your weapons, Admiral, and let me cure your people!" Krell the Exterminator growls.
Quantum logs that the Klingon High Council has called off their sterilization program and has promised to cure all Klingons affected.
Enterprise. Sickbay. Phlox tells Antaak that there's no trace of the virus in his system. A smoothed-out Antaak sits up and grumps that his targ won't recognize him. I guess you'll just have to eat him, then. "In the future, it may be possible to reverse the cosmetic effects," Phlox wanks. "I suppose this is what I deserve -- millions of my people will have to live with this disfigurement! It will be passed on to our children. Life won't be easy for us," Antaak says, picking up the wank and running down the street with it. Phlox comforts him that he did his best to correct his mistakes. Antaak says that he's going to get fired and will need to look for a new job: "Perhaps...cranial reconstruction?" Phlox encourages this, saying, "I have a feeling that's about to become very popular." Sure, and you can even star on a show called Nip P'Tuk. T'Pol and Cpt. Happy Pants prance in. Before Phlox can move on, Antaak grabs his arm and thanks him for everything he did.