A near-complete lack of rhythm and profound tone deafness. I can’t keep a beat to save my life, and my singing sounds like the wails of the damned. But like damned chimps or something.

Anyway, all music is sorcery as far as I’m concerned.

Stupid as this is, I’m not opposed to more Wonka-level weird flavors in jellybeans.

The grass and black pepper flavors in the Harry Potter ones kinda slapped.

Huh, I could’ve sworn Cunt Brigade was actually the original name for the Vedek Assembly.

By the Prophets, man! There’s just some things you don’t talk about in public!

My cousin Ensign Walter jerked off in public once. True story. He was on a shuttle to Terra Luna when all of a sudden the impulse engines went. The shuttle started spinning around, going out of control, so he decides it’s all over and whips it out and starts beating it right there. So all the other ensigns take a cue from him and they start whipping it out and beating like mad. So all the ensigns are beating off, plummeting to their certain doom, when all of a sudden, snap! The impulse engines kick back in. The shuttle rights itself and it lands safely, and everyone puts their pieces or whatever, you know, away and deboards. No one mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.

Ask Arnold, Arnold, Arnold Rimmer.

He’s also a fantastic swimmer.

And if you play your cards right

Then he just might come round for “dinner”.

Shit, dude… I hadn’t thought of it from that angle. Include Julian there dancing to the song, and I’d certainly have to consider it.

No, I do not have whatever stupidly named money transfer app you’re using this week, and no, I will not install it.

Big Community: The Board Game energy.

Just did.

Apologies, the most confounding thing…

They appear to be …hotter?

Most unusual, so peculiar…

Definitely the second hottest main cast in my ranking, but the one thing that sets them back is that I agree with Keiko: Miles is unfuckable.

Fine man, love to have a beer with him, but not even that Irish brogue would get me to uh… manually realign his warp coil.

I fucking love Richard Cheese, especially his cover of Closer.

I’m not sure if you intended that to be foreplay or not, but my pants are coming off now.

Also Bortus. Less snark, more gruff.

Put the old man back in, but add another man standing behind him with his hand on the first dude’s shoulder. They’ll flip their shit even harder.

And so much faster than AI too. As soon as I finished reading the word “tits”, there they were, motorboating my mind’s eye.

One time conversation or just chatting whenever?

Was the Australopithicus revived in our time, or am I transported to its time?

You said "talk to ". Will either of them intelligibly respond?

When the ancients performed the ritual Race of the White Bronco.

Is there a Simpsons or X-Men machine from the 90s?

Imagine being such a loser that the only job you qualify for is taking a bullet for the worst member of the parasite class.