Summary: Kim and Paris are assigned an ancient military punishment (with a leola root twist) to cure them of their practical joking. How appropriate. *grin*

Copyright July 2003, by LA Koehler

Fitting Punishment

"This is just bizarre."

"Not true, Harry-before replicators this was a common punishment for troublemakers in the military." Tom smiled over his work. Or grimaced-tough call.

"Yeah, well, if I ever-EVER-concoct another Tuvok prank again, shoot me."

"I dunno, Har-the look on his face was kinda worth it, dontcha think?"

"I think I'm sympathizing with those ancient troublemakers." Harry swiped slimy orange hands on his pantleg.

"It gets better, you know-guess what this duty was called?" Paris scratched a smug grin with the back of his 'peeling hand'.

"I give up," Kim mumbled.

"KP."



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