[Kirk] paced back toward his command chair, all eyes on him. "He must have a weakness."

"Certainly," Chekov said. "Is he not basically humanoid? He could be poisoned, phasered, stabbed-"

Kirk sneered. "Without killing him, Ensign."

With a shrug, Chekov turned quietly back to his console, pulling his hands from his lap and placing them on the controls.

Autore: Dave Galanter