And given Data’s mechanical nature, he probably ended up reenacting the incident with Armus with it, oily black sludge and all…
This is not because they lack the cultural concept of a heaven, no, they’ve been exposed to other religions and usually believe that these afterlives do in fact exist, but they know that as Kazons they can only go to hell, where all kazons go when they die. This is because even they know that they suck, and their violent practices are simply them venting their disgust and anger at being around such a nasty species (themselves). They readily go on suicide missions not because they’re depressed and reckless but because they know that they do not deserve to live.
Isn’t federation science amazing? Preliminary results show that Vulcans scream a lot when ground on a watch glass, soaked in acetone, decanted with cation-exchange resin, and spotted on a TLC plate before being dipped in a mixed hydrocarbon solvent.
No, you can’t see his green bean, don’t ask. I like to run soft body simulations and drop barrels on him when I’m having a bad day. It looks a lot less green on my computer.
Ok 🐌🐌who let the foreskins out 😡😡😡
(semislugs, Coloniconcha prima)
If you’re blocked up, guzzle a bottle of water (you’ll need it) while eating sugar free, preferably vegan, marshmallows. Eat way more than the two marshmallow serving size. I found this out the hard way after foolishly indulging in half a package of MaxMallows. Warning: you will be on the toilet all day. You will leave the restroom feeling relieved before your punished anus will bark “about, FACE!” like a drill sergeant and send you pirouetting back into the tiled torture chamber in the same step. I am not responsible for any ruined underpants. Remember to stay hydrated and keep electrolytes nearby lest you be reduced to a crispy husk by the forbidden experience of pissing every drop of fluid in your body out of your rear end. You probably won’t be able to trick anyone with these because they’re quite disgusting, you begin to gag and reject them like the poison they are after the third marshmallow.
It’s legible, even if it’s messy. Maybe I should be a doctor.
20 mg for about a week now. I’m very sensitive to psychiatric medications because of some genetic thing. I like the emotional dampening, not so much the panic attacks and shaking when it wears off in the evening, but it’s not as bad as Lexapro. Everything tastes weird and I can only eat a few bites before gagging. The personality change is odd but ok because the new personality is a better person. Even making the portions really small, I still end up with food left on my plate.
His eyes are all green and he’s been replicating enough weird food to give a klingon crew the itis. I turned on SpongeBob to distract him from the chocolate-covered whole suckling targ that he was nearly choking on before he made himself sick, but he kept trying to meld with Squidward. He’s currently pressed against the window mumbling about the “beautiful logic of the universe”.
I mean, that’s gotta be part of the appeal of working in Starfleet, virtually unlimited access to synthemeth and synthedank. Can you customize your synthedank? Was Chakotay on real mescaline or the fake shit when he went on “spirit journeys”?
I’m groppling it so hard right n-gets zapped by a big jellyfish AUGGHHHHHH
In fact, they even design their houses and businesses to be as inhospitable to members of other races as possible.
It’s like if someone reached into your pants and started jerking you off to convince you of their point. But Quark seems to like it, so, uh. Yeah.
He’s just so cute, you know? His pasty greenish-yellow skin. His flat, crooked horse teeth. His droopy black eyes and angry eyebrows. That fuckass bowlcut. The way his ears fold back a little when he’s annoyed like a kitty cat. Besides popping pills to grow new kidneys and letting holodeck klingons rip them out and play double-dutch with my ureters, it’s the only pleasure I know these days. I’ve been so hollow and aimless since the accident. I moaned a little when he missed the nerve by a millimeter and had to try again last time. I’m planning on sucking my lips and tongue into an erlenmeyer flask in the lab when his pon farr rolls around next month (I saw his bloodwork, it’s coming) in hopes he’ll lose it and bash my head in with the blunt end of his tricorder in a fit of rage.
What, you want it to be bald, too? I mean its belly is kinda bald.
What’s wrong with you, man?? How does this even happen??? Is it all the fiber you’ve been eating?
Although I would send your children out of the room when he gets to work if I were you. This is because the hose is, well, his hose, and his vacuum bag is exactly where you think it is. No, this doesn’t diminish his full functionality. Not only can you use the vacuum as is, you can also swap out the attachments.
“By the prophets!” is meant to be to denote moderator discretion, it’s not for general use by lower deckers. If you report a post with it, the report will be ignored. It’s to serve as a catch-all remove reason to subtly shame the user because we’re evil and stuff. I have a good idea of which one of you pazons (pakled-kazon hybrids, created by the daystrom institute) is using it as a “I don’t personally like it and the whole world exists to cater to me specifically”, but I can’t prove it. Just know I’m sending mean thoughts and figure-eight klingon goatses in your general direction.