“I have the great Kirk where I want him.” The Gorn put a scaly hand on Jim’s battered, swollen face. His other hand jabbed Jim in his injured stomach. “I’m going to split you open and cook your meat over an open fire. We will dine on your flesh tonight.”

“And here I thought you were vegetarians.”

The Gorn hissed. “Your insolent bravery will soon be replaced with cries for mercy.”

The whir of the transporter had Jim grinning, bloody teeth and all.

“Or not.”

He reappeared on the Enterprise and collapsed to the ground.

“What took you so long?”