If there was ever an episode where the Red Shirts bought the farm, wow!
Hey, Landru! Are you helping this thread, or making it worse?!
– As if that were even possible! 
You know it! You think they would learn not to trust any Eden-like planets. How about thorough scans for danger first? Maybe they wouldn’t determine that phaser-level lightning blasts can occur anytime. And maybe they’d fail to advise against running anywhere, because the rocks are natural land-mines. But how could they miss that some of the plants spray poison.
Only “Obsession” and “Galileo Seven” had comparable body-counts from Enterprise crew. (In the latter, only half of the Red Shirts aboard Galileo went flat-line-- two-- but there was mention of a few others on one or two other shuttles that we didn’t see.)
There was once a Star Trek musical in *Mad Magazine *that took the melody from “Age of Aquarius” from “Hair” and had lyrics about the Red Shirts.
I don’t have the first two lines. Sing or hum the tune up to “… aligns with Mars. …” and then come in:
*… be sure your adventures
do not… kill off your stars!
And you can do it with a crew that’s dispensable
crew that’s dispensable…
Dispensable! Dispens-a-ble!*
- Og
Stop free-basing Tri-Ox compound you Star Track bitches. I am tracing your ISP through my Tholian Web Browser.
Walk away. Walk away. Just walk away and I will spare you.
I have a penis, therefore I am not a Star Track bitch. Pass whatever the hell Tri Ox compound is over this way.
Don’t be a big jerk, Kirk
You’re a doctor, not bok choi, McCoy
Just listen to me.
Find somethin’ to do, Q
You don’t need to ask Sulu
Try wearin’ a dress, Kes
And get yourself free.
Slap-up the Metrones
Spock Jams, singin’ baritone
pass the salt please
Suckerchick is lookin’ at me.
Space, to boldly go where no whore has gone before
It’s in your face, all over the alien race, warp-factor 6 all over the place
Spock, wipe that smirk off your face, you wouldn’t have shit if it weren’t for that deep bass,
Voice ya got,
highly illogical, improbable, impractical, mathematical fuckin’ moron!
Set phasers to stun, son, we got a war on.
Beam me up Scotty, this rap is ill! They can’t take much more of this shit.
(Khan ya dig it?)
Wait, let me turn up the tremolo on my Vulcan lute.
Somebody please say that “this thread is going nowhere.”
As in: Okay, I’ll bite. This thread is going nowhere.
Thank you.
- Og
No, no, no. This thread is boldly going where… well, you know.
Can I just say that
Live long and prosper! Leonard Nimoy retires from acting…
Hey, Spock, YOU’RE A FUCKIN’ MORON!
Is a great sequential thread title.
I just can’t believe they haven’t made him a mod yet.
To modly mod where mod mod has modded mod-mod.
Scott: [Trying to think BMalion under the table, Scotty enters, a bit tipsy] I found him in the ganner … ganner room …
BMalion: But why not?
Scott: He’s,
[looks for a reason]
Scott: uh,
[looks under the Internet; sniffs it]
Scott: … He’s green.
And, at Warp 10, it’s going nowhere mighty fast!
In connection with what was said upthread, I was going to say:
“at warped whine…”
