Ah freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me, As plurdled gabbleblotchits, On a lurgid bee, That mordiously hath blurted out, Its earted jurtles, Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming] Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles, Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts, And living glupules frart and slipulate, Like jowling meated liverslime, Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes, And hooptiously drangle me, With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don't.
No! It not! Well, it's lost a lot of it's original charm but come on, it's Star Trek. You're not allowed not to like it without a Level 10 Grognard card.
I refuse to accept a Star Trek where they can now teleport anywhere in the universe, cure death at any time, and characters are reduced to simple caricatures of their previous iterations. Most notably Uhura! Pathetic writing for her character. I WILL NERD FIGHT YOU ON THIS!
