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A squeak pierced the air, and the bridge officers immediately identified the origin of the sound as the young ensign sitting at the conn.
"Is there a problem, Ensign?" Janeway asked kindly.
"I, uh...saw a mouse, Ma'am," the ensign stammered.
The creature then scampered directly across the bridge towards ops. "Oh, how cute," cooed the captain.
Harry jumped out of the way and cowered in a corner.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," sighed Janeway, rolling her eyes. Quickly, she unholstered her phaser and fired.
As the stench of seared rodent filled the room, a gruff half-Klingon voice asked, "lunch, anyone?"