Aj bhi agar dadaji kuch bol de to wo yahan farman samjha jata hai. per mere dadaji bahut dharmik insan hain or sabka bhala hi karte hain unhe nafa-nuk...an vyapar Se koi matlab nahi wo kewal 1 bat kehte hain or hume bhi sikhate hain beta 1 din sabko ishwar k pas jana hai to karm aise karo jisse tum us se nazar mila pao hum her sal ganv jate hain per kabhi aise bhaga-dori me ganv nahi aye the. dhire-dhire dadaji ki tabiyat sudharne lagi chachaji ne papa se kaha ja bhai ab pitaji thik hain main. I have acquired a partial list and, according to Doctor Phlox, many of those items are usually needed for genetic research and – most peculiarly – postnatal medical care." They wanted to do genetic experiments with our DNA?" Trip hissed and Malcolm saw T'Pol putting a hand on his shoulder in order to calm him down."My sources weren't quite sure what to make of it. In light of Dr. Phlox's information, there are a number of possible options," Malcolm analyzed further. "They could plan to create. . She didn't want to think about. The 'slow dose' The good constable had slipped 'Yuki' had slowed his metabolism just enough. Still it had been close. Too close! "All we can do now..." Washu added then trailed off. Along with everyone else in the chamber, She had become aware of a dull rumbling. Starting softly, at first it continued to build in intensity until the room began to shake."WHAT THE HELL?" Washu snapped."It's some kind of tremor!" Ayeka said with concern."Can't be!" Washu called. That doesn't matter to me. Jane, if I— If all I wanted was to have sex with you, I'd say that. —Or, actually, I wouldn't, because I know you'd say no. That's not what I want. I want... More than that," he finished lamely."You want to be my boyfriend," she said."Yeah."Russell Hebbert had asked her the same thing, not five minutes ago, and she had turned him down—and yet, here she was, looking at Jeff Gainesborough, at his glasses and goatee and hesitancy under her eyes, and thinking about saying.