Discussion in 'Community' started by BigAl6ft6, Oct 5, 2015.
When has justice ever been as simple as a rule-book?
We're not qualified to be your judges. We have no law to fit your crime.
Sentence, fifty dollars-
And time served!
The sentence is death. Let the trial begin.
THINK of the CHILDREN!
They are followers. Without followers, evil cannot spread.
Captain, the four hundred and thirty men and women on board the Enterprise and the ship itself are endangered by these children.
Dammit Jim, there are people down there!
Captain's log, stardate 3289.8. I am faced with the most difficult decision of my life. Unless we find a way to destroy the creatures without killing their human hosts, my command responsibilities will force me to kill over a million people.
In this galaxy, there's a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. And in all of the universe, three million million galaxies like this. And in all of that... and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don't destroy the one named Kirk.
I have no choice.
Nor have I. I have only responsibilities and obligations. Goodbye.
Good night, Mrs Callabash, wherever you are.
Imagine what it must be like — hordes of rampaging Klingons, fighting and singing, sweating and belching.
Sounds like this place on a Saturday night.
Would you want to spend eternity here?
This is ridiculous! I'm surrounded by corpses, my shoes are dripping in blood, and you want me to feel romantic? Why am I putting myself through this?
Because later that night, Kahless and Lukara jumped on each other like a pair of crazed voles. Grrr!
One more time…
It was an accident.
So you're not contending it was a predestination paradox?
A time loop. That you were meant to go back into the past?
We hate those. So, what happened?
This may take some time.
Is that a joke?
We hate those too.
Command wore gold, operations wore red.
And women wore less.
Enterprise, this is Starfleet Control. Come in, please.
Starfleet Control, repeating message. The Enterprise is home. Kirk out.
Let's get the hell out of here.
The vial contains a nourishing protein complex.
Is the keeper actually communicating with one of his animals?
If the form and the colour is not appealing, it can appear as any food you wish to visualise.
And if I prefer...
To starve? You overlook the unpleasant alternative of punishment.
From a fable you once heard in childhood. You will now consume the nourishment.
Why not just put irresistible hunger in my mind? Because you can't, can you? You do have limitations, don't you?
If you continue to disobey, from deeper in your mind, there are things even more unpleasant.
You are small, like the Others.
Who are the Others?
Givers of pain and delight.
Brain and brain! What is brain?!
I bumped into Captain Boday the other night.
The Gallamite. Jadzia dated him.
Oh, the toothy smile and the transparent skull?
That's him. Personally, I don't know what Jadzia ever saw in the man.
Well - his brains.
I'm the brains, she's the brawn.
Persephone is not home. Too many people we need to avoid. Resupply, look for work, move along. We sniff the air, we don't kiss the dirt.
Wasn't planning on the dirt-kissing, sir.
I wouldn't stand for it anyway, Captain, jealous man like me.
Seem like we left Persephone in kind of a hurry?