Well, that was unforgivably dull.
Everyone was complaining about being stuck on the ship, so who goes to the trouble of arranging a little outing for everyone? No one but magnanimous Q, generous Q, wondrous Q! And does he hear any thanks for all his trouble? No! The planet goes pear-shaped—literally—and a few people die and suddenly everyone is mad at him again. Is there no pleasing these people?
The mood has been bleak, and bleak moods are ever so boring. People are running around sickbay and yelling at the captain and sitting around moping and drinking and talking about home-sickness and, honestly, squandering the gift he's given them. It's disheartening is what it is. Ungrateful.
Not even his Rubik's cube can console him.
Perhaps it's time he arranged a little chat with his very favorite captain.
Everyone was complaining about being stuck on the ship, so who goes to the trouble of arranging a little outing for everyone? No one but magnanimous Q, generous Q, wondrous Q! And does he hear any thanks for all his trouble? No! The planet goes pear-shaped—literally—and a few people die and suddenly everyone is mad at him again. Is there no pleasing these people?
The mood has been bleak, and bleak moods are ever so boring. People are running around sickbay and yelling at the captain and sitting around moping and drinking and talking about home-sickness and, honestly, squandering the gift he's given them. It's disheartening is what it is. Ungrateful.
Not even his Rubik's cube can console him.
Perhaps it's time he arranged a little chat with his very favorite captain.
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