The best thing about Star Trek is that there are two possibilities:
1. All of Starfleet is like this. Every ship keeps getting stuck in negative space wedgies where they become their own parents and accidentally marry JFK while learning a lesson about what it means to be human, every week
2. Only the ships/stations we see are like this. Most ships spend their time ferrying diplomats around, delivering supplies, and charting nebulae. The diplomats never have a dark secret that endangers the ship. The supplies get there in time, and they never have to play a deadly game with a sufficiently advanced alien to survive, and the nebulae? Beautiful, but they’re just a bunch of ionized hydrogen and assorted space dust. They never conceal a romulan battle fleet ready to invade Thrackus VII that’s only uncovered because a teenager accidentally beats them all at space checkers.
These are the only two possibilities. And they are both hilarious.
Either there’s an entire interstellar organization that’s constantly tripping into weird science shit and plots against the universe and alien worlds where everyone has to eat their shoes or they are put to death…
Or there are like 8 ships out there which are just SO WEIRD and the rest of the organization is like “oh God not them again. We sent them to go stop an asteroid and they got their whole ship duplicated, one of the crew murdered their other self, they blew up their ship to stop aliens from turning them into spiders, then went back in time to stop space Nazis from killing Alexander Graham Bell and preventing the invention of the communicator. Next time, just send the USS Hatshepsut. The last weird thing that happened to them is that once they left Starbase 17 only to discover a week later that they’d gotten 20,000 boxes of self-sealing stembolts instead of oscillation overthrusters by mistake, so they had to stop by Deep Space 4 and get some extra supplies.”
Like I said, both of these possibilities are hilarious.
sick of how the old prophecies always leave out key details tbh. they’re like Yea Þere Will Come Þe Yeare Of Pusseye Outte but never add (Because Ye Shall Nevere Leave Yon Abode For Feare Of Þe Ravaging Plague) it’s such bullshit.
Mans was literally so respectful he never assumed every turquoise platypus he met wasn’t automatically going to be the one and only turquoise platypus he’s ever met 😂😂😂
I think it’s very sweet that Perry the Platypus recognized that the poor dude is effectively platypus-face-blind (and possibly colour-blind as well), cannot tell if a random platypus is or is not Perry, and is never going to assume in case it is a different platypus because that would be RUDE - and therefore carefully puts on his hat every time, so Doofenshmirtz knows who he’s talking to.
That is some prime Politeness-Between-Nemeses right there.
To be fair, the tri state area apparently has a LOT of platypuses.
