Not sure why this one came up recently ... but ....

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(Kirk, Spock, Chekov, Yeoman Landon and two guards have beamed down to study a new world.)
KIRK: Start your readings.
(McCoy and two more guards beam down.)
MCCOY: Well, I just might stake out a claim and settle down here, Jim.
KIRK: It is spectacular, isn't it?
MCCOY: It's a shame to have to intrude.
KIRK: Well, the last scout ship reported some pretty strange sensor readings. Starfleet wants it investigated and the inhabitants contacted. We do what we're told.
SPOCK: The soil here is remarkably rich and fertile, Captain. Husbandry would be quite efficacious.
KIRK: Are you sure about that?
SPOCK: Oh, quite sure. Readings indicate the entire planet is covered with growth like this. Curious, even at the poles there's very little variation in temperature which maintains a planet-wide average of seventy six degrees.
KIRK: I know. Almost impossible.
CHEKOV: It makes me homesick. Just like Russia.
MCCOY: More like the Garden of Eden, Ensign.
CHEKOV: Of course, Doctor. The Garden of Eden was just outside Moscow. A very nice place. It must have made Adam and Eve very sad to leave.
KIRK: Just outside Moscow. All right. There's a village about seventeen kilometres away on bearing two three two. We'll head that way.
(A planet turns to face the away team, and a guard walks up to it.)
HENDORFF: Captain.
(The plant fires its stamens into his chest, and he falls.)
MCCOY: Dead.
KIRK: What did somebody say? That paradise must've looked like this?

Captain's log, stardate 3715.3. While making a routine exploration of the unexplored Gamma Trianguli Six, one of my men has been killed by a poisonous plant.


Double Bonus: It included a cameo by David Soul. Did I make it too easy?

Yours,