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your faves could never[1/?]: leonard h mccoy ⇒

don’t pander to me, kid. one tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in 13 seconds. solar flare might pop up and cook us in our seats. and wait ‘til you’re sitting pretty with a case of andorian shingles. see if you’re still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding! space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.