Star Trek non sequitur thread

“Sir, there is a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder.”

No Post I.

Non sequitur. Your facts are uncoordinated.

Bonk bonk, bad kid!

Logic is a little tweeting bird chirping in a meadow. Logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad.

“You’ve got a hard lip, Herbert.”


Darmok at–

Are you out of your Vulcan mind?

I can make you all go away!

That’s no doctor, it’s a space station!

You have a half fizz-bin already!

Risk, gentlemen, is our business.

standingwave reaches.

“Heading out to Eden, Yay brothers…”

And I’m the Czar of all the Russias!


I’m a doctor, not a bricklayer.

Darmok where the sequiturs fell?

Anatomically, I am a fully functioning male.

Mind your own business, Mister Spock. I’m sick of your half-breed interference.

I’m endeavouring, Ma’am, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone-knives and bear-skins.