By Coral
Disclaimer: Paramount. Bleh.
Tom trained the tricorder on the slimy-looking substance of unknown origin. It fizzed and bubbled, reminding Tom of a mad scientist's gone-wrong experiment, left to mutate until it grew out of proportion. The colours swirled inside like thunderclouds in a storm, constantly changing and maliciously expanding.
"What is it, Tom?" B'Elanna asked, peering over his shoulder, her hand on the portable containment field generator in case it turned out to be dangerous.
"I'm getting a reading." He showed her the output screen. "What do you make of that?"
B'Elanna screamed. "Destroy it!"
"What...?" Tom asked, confused.
"It's Leola Root milkshake."
END