September 28, 2023 | 0 Comments
T’Ana: Time to shred those party girls into brisket.
T’Ana: Time to shred those party girls into brisket.
Mariner: We gotta stop her. She took an oath not to consume patients.
Mariner: Y’know, when Boimler turned twenty-five, he got so worked up, he grew a mustache. [sighs] Ah, it was sad and hilarious.
Katrat: I do not have a drinking problem! It’s just part of my undercover character. Cathew: Then you must be undercover all the time!
Mariner: Great work, you really Vulcan-ed it up out there. Now, we’re stuck in a stupid closet with no way to help. I wish I could…
Mariner: Can you imagine anything more Vulcan than Bendii Syndrome? Hel-lo! Spock’s dad had it, and he was Vulcan as a motherf*cker….
T’Lyn: The telepathic symptoms must’ve tied to my unresolved conflict. My area of effect has dissipated. Mariner: Damn. Vulcan brains are…
Delorex: I can’t read you. How are your thoughts so relaxed? Slam Poet Security Officer: Slam poetry. Where the soul [snaps fingers]…
T’Lyn: Am I to understand that you mock your friends more than your enemies? Mariner: Oh, yeah, yeah. It comes from a place of love.
Delorex: We appreciate the lift. Cathew: Especially on a ship with such sturdy officers. Ransom: That’s what I’m talking about. I get off…