Kahless: It seems the Borg have invaded the Federation again, our ship was called in to assist.
BLAM!!

Z: I don't see why...we're just battle commentators, we're not supposed to be on the front lines!

Kahless: Coward. BLAM!!!

Z: Am not! I just don't like to be on the unfortuanate ship firing on the Borg! Kahless: Better than being on the Cube.

Z:.........true....at least for a while, before the Borg board YOUR SHIP!

Kahless: The Borg haven't succeeded yet, don't worry.

Z: But that was only because of the Enterprise! Do you see the Enterprise???

ZOOM!!

Kahless: Yeah, it just warped in.

Z: hmmm...interestingly convinient, don't you think?

Kahless: It's the Enterprise, what do you expect?

Multiple Federation ships including the Enterprise, Defiant, and commentator's ship continue to fire at the Borg Cube. The Borg Cube gets ominously close to Earth.

Z: Why is it always so close a call?

Kahless: Because it's the only way to be suspenseful you know.

Z: The Borg just launched a sphere! It's headed for Earth!

Picard: SH*T! Not again!

Kahless: Blow the f*#@ing shit out of that f*&^er!!!

Z: That thump must have been Kahless's preschool teacher turning in her grave.

Kahless: Very funny Z.....very funny......

The Quantum and Photon torpedoes race towards the sphere which opens a time-portal thingy. The portal closes behind it, with only 4 torpedoes following it through.

Picard: D*MN!!!! It closed faster than last time....

Data: Sir, they couldn't have changed history, we're still here, and we weren't close enough to be affected by the Borg's time-travel technology.

Picard: Good point Data, anyone want to get drunk and play some ping pong?

Riker: Nah...how 'bout poker?

Troi: poker eh?...wait...I sense...I sense..... THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT!!! YOU...

Kahless: ....hmmmm, let's not get into those details....

Z: Fully agreed Kahless, let's go!

Science Officer: Sir, I think time was changed...

Picard: What? How so?

Science Officer: Well....all the poultry farms have those Borg logos, and the poultry of planet earth seem to be cybernetic, and their is NO Thanksgiving on the calander anymore!!!!

Riker: D*MN!! Even KFC?!?!

Science Officer: I'm afraid so sir....

Data: Sir, we ought to work on restoring the time-line.

Picard: why? it doesn't seem very important....

Data: well sir, we're *always* fixing the time line........and Riker's crying about cybernetic KFC.....

Picard: Good point. Geordie, get to work on a time-travel method!

Geordie: Aye Aye sir! Will have it done soon!

The camera pans towards our favorite commentator's ship.

Z: Kahless, chill out!!! It's only chicken!!

Kahless: First of all, I like Barbeque chicken, secondly.....you have the nerve to tell a Klingon to "chill out"??

Z: Don't blame me, Bob put me up to it.

Kahless:.....Bob?!?!?

Z: yeah, he's the voice in my head. Don't you remember?

Kahless:......okay....

Z: *looks to the side, nodding and whispering* Yeah, Kahless, you should listen to Elvis.

Kahless: ELVIS!?!?!?!

Z: What? YOU CAN'T SEE HIM!?!?! HE'S RIGHT THERE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!

Kahless: ........*shakes head* Helm person!! Set course for Earth!!

Helm person: Aye aye sir...d*mn slave-driving b*st*rd....

THUMP!!!

Z: Awwww, Kahless, you know how hard it is to find people willing to drive the ship!!!! Oh, well, Zarmagon says he'll do it.

Kahless: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh, Z, we need to get you to.........*stares open-jawed as buttons seem to push themselves* ...........uh.....I need some sleep....

The Time; 12:43pm, November 25th, 1998:

A Borg Sphere rushes into the late 90s tailed closely by Federation torpedoes. The Borg sphere is about to reach low orbit when the torpedoes crash into it, blowing it to smitherenes. There are no surviving drones, but a bunch of nanoprobes fall to the Earth, landing in a Poultry Farm.

Nano1: AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Nano2: COWARD!!!

Nano3: Oh, come on, you don't have to go critisizing the scardy cats just because you were used to assimilate a Klingon!

Nano1: Wait, shouldn't we be burning up in the atmosphere about now??

Nano3: No!!

Nano1: Why not? It makes sense that we would!!!

Nano3: Because if we did there'd be no story!!

Nano1: Oh, yeah! I forgot about that!

The nanoprobes hit the ground and assimilate the nearest being they can find which is.....a Turkey.

Turkonious of Borg looks around, spots a farm worker and charges!

John: What the h*ll?!!?

John kicks Turkonius into the next county.

Turkonius looks around dazed and confused, thinking "what the?? Resistance is futile, but I didn't assimilate that guy...how odd."

After a few failed attempts to assimilate a human being; Turkonius decides to pick on creatures his own size.

Turkonius soon realized that he had no hands to shoot the assimilation tubules from. Turkonius starts to work on this problem and soon cancels out wings. He also rules out tubules on the feet. Turkonius paces around going "think, think, think."

Turkonius suddenly sneezes, two assimilation tubules come out of its nostrils and assimilate a duck. Turkonius thinks ".....uh....no, too sick....." But Turkonius decides that "peck-assimilation" would be acceptable, he jumps at a chicken and pecks him with its beak and assimilates the chicken.

The Mighty Borg Poultry soon spread assimilating all forms of wildlife, ending the meat industries. For mere knives and axes are no match for adapting shields. Soon it looks like all of Earth will be forced into vegetarianism and there will be enough poultry Borg to gang-up on and assimilate humans!!!

In the 24th century some goofy battle-commentators and the heroic crew of the Federation's flagship make a temporal anomoly-thingy to follow the Borg back in time. But, there's a slight problem with it--it's only big enough for one person. Data's needed to run the anomoly and Kahless is needed to shut Z up, so the 3rd toughest, Worf is chosen....

Borg are over-whelming the planet, hey, livestock make great weapons--ever see Monty Python and the Holy Grail? Military have been dispatched but the Borg use personal torpedoes or assimilate the vehicles into cubes with wheels/treads. All looks hopeless then:

LOOK UP IN THE SKY!!
Is it death from above?
Is it the end?
Not quite.......IT'S