Kling of the Trill was right there! He literally married one!!
Kling of the Trill was right there! He literally married one!!
This is how Boimler and Rutherford play when they’re out of holodeck time.
Argyle: At least here I don’t have to answer to some stuffy little Frenchman.
Michel: What feral beast ees tracking dusty boot prints through my lobby?!
someone should have told Worf this