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A very Lower Decks Halloween
Freaky and squeaky, they roam through the corridors of the Cerritos, getting through each and every door, only trying to score.
Mostly though, begging for scraps, as food for them, will never too long last.
Candy though, being a whole different story, the one never boring. At least not to those telling these, rather tall tales of the Lower Decks officers, not as decorated nor even celebrated, alas, the ones doing all the dirty jobs.
Those daring to be wearing their costumes of odd outside the holodecks doors. Those few caring enough to keep up with archaic traditions of yore alive and positively flaring.
Late at night, their ghoul side, taking to the stride, begging for scraps, well, mostly, your candy stash, alas, fear not, they won’t bite. Not much anyway, as it would be a hassle for the teeth, to chew on flesh and such.
And so, listen carefully as I shall state this only once: Keep yourself safe, lock the doors, alas, stock a big bowl filled with the most sugary candy by the entrance, as these lower deckers, will not let it go kindly, if there is no rewards for their wandering across the corridors.
All this happening only on All Hallow’s Eve. Isn’t that right, Steve?