The first two seasons of TNG are balls.
Conan O’Brien. Starship personality.
You are a good friend.
Why can’t you be logical and still have honour?
Yeah but no one knows what she’s all about. One moment she’s on familiar terms with Q, the next she’s popping up in 19th century San Francisco . Like who the heck is this bartender?
He is smart!
Stupid alien orphan kid.
“But there is no HONOR in sitting in this chair”
COVIDs silver lining.
Doing something in anger is still intent.