Poor Michael Dorn, motherfucker can't act for shit. This frame right here is the entirety of his thespian prowess. Arrrgggghhhhhhh.
I feel for bad for the officers when they have the wear their dress uniforms. I literally mean a dress. Fancy!
Hahahaha check out Dr. Crusher's rad helmet, WTF is this thing?
pew pew
"Hey Wesley, how do you feel about not being a crybaby nerd piece of shit for once in your life?"
Thought so, check out yet another chief engineer, multicultural edition:
Thankfully he gets zapped too.
You know, for someone who is supposedly emotionless Data can be a smarmy motherfucker. Is smarminess an emotion? Anyways, isn't yearning also an emotion? Data yearns like nobody's business.
I forget these dudes names, the counterpoint to the fish bros earlier. They were an awesome subplot since they just wanted to kill and eat the other guys.
Anyways, they go back to the space jizz after it possesses Picard. Patrick Stewart has a badass monologue explaining the jizz's wants and needs, then electro jizzes over the whole bridge crew.
THE END.
jizz
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