Picard went through some shit.
McCoy: “I’m Jim Kirk’s therapist.”
Ezri Dax: “Ha. I’m Benjamin Sisko’s therapist.”
Troi, in corner: “AMATEURS”
Picard went through some shit.
McCoy: “I’m Jim Kirk’s therapist.”
Ezri Dax: “Ha. I’m Benjamin Sisko’s therapist.”
Troi, in corner: “AMATEURS”
Not even enough to cover parking and lunch.
Guess what you turn into if you skip Jury Duty…
I’ve taken to calling it “The service formerly known as Twitter.”