guy at the replicator: handful of mints crushed and slathered over braised donkey liver
me next in line: hey man are you okay? why are you doing this.
me at the replicator: lactation cookies. laced with domperidone. HAWT.
replicator: hi I'm the replicator. You're not getting that.
guy over the ship PA system: for the time being we are limiting the replicator to only dispensing turkey sandwiches and house salads. You all are fucking weirdos stop ordering fucked up shit.
me: well I guess I know what this episode's moral conundrum is!
guy next to me: what are you talking about?
someone with a spoon glued to their nose: in my culture we slap our asses with both hands when we peee
klingon gf: shall I split this imbecile in twain my queen?
someone with a fork glued to their nose: Yes! I hate that other guy! Due to my prejudices, which resemble a simplified version of 21st century American prejudices!
me: FUCK OFF THIS IS MY EPISODE






















