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The food synthesizers would serve Minnesota delicacies, such as hot dish, jell-o, and bars.
There would be seven meals every day: breakfast, coffee clatch, lunch, little lunch, end-of-shift snack, supper, and a bowl of cereal right before bed.
Every species they encounter would ask "What kind of mileage are you getting?"
The correct response to "Live long and prosper" would be "You bet" or "You betcha."
At the end of every episode, someone would say, "That was a heckuva deal."
Everyone would be of Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, or German descent.
For recreation, the crew would tell Sven and Ollie jokes.
On shore leave, they would go ice-fishing.
The enemy (Klingons, Romulans, Borg, whatever) would be from California or New York.
There would be potholes in space.
The Enterprise would have an attic where all the female officers could store their craft projects.
Lastly, it would all take place on earth because how can anyone leave their family and go so far away?
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