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Everyone on the Enterprise was just sort of dicking around. I mean, it was a really shitty stardate. Like, their job was to go into unexplored territory, sure, but as it turns out, that isn’t always fighting Romulans or meeting new lifeforms every other day. In fact, it had been like, I dunno, three starweeks or something since anything cool had happened. Everyone was so fucking bored they even let Worf arm the photon torpedoes once just for the hell of it. He was so excited, but the glory was fleeting. Alright, anyways, Data made me promise I wouldn’t tell you about this episode, so keep this one on the downlow, but this is the one where Data made an OnlyFans. It turned out everyone was so bored after flying through space mindlessly for three weeks that Data actually began to analyze the sexiness of every part of his android body. He determined that his android penis was below average sexiness by human standards but that his android feet were actually well above par. A few foot pics

It was Captain's Log Star Date Blah blah blah dot four twenty six nine six nine weed boner Hitler. The Enterprise was en route to some quadrant or something where a Federation outpost was just barely enduring attacks by a mysterious alien fleet. "So you're saying they know nothing at all about their attackers?" asked Riker. "It seems that they are ill-equipped to deal with threats in what was supposed to be such a remote part of space," said Picard. "That's the mystery of it, Number One. According to reports from the outpost, the alien ships seem to utilize some sort of sub-space warping technology." "Sub-space warping technology?" asked Riker. Data turned around in his chair. "Yes, sir. The idea is actually quite simple as it is largely analogous to Keeflor's theory on wormholes. Effectively, one is able to bend a hole through the dimensions beyond the third to exponentially increase the speed at which they move towards their point." "A dangerous foe," snarled Mr. Worf. "Okay

The inside of the trailer, now in the name of Joestar and company instead of Julian, was cramped. It had clearly been repurposed for sake of being some type of planning area. Now, with six people inside, three of whom were too tall to stand in the trailer, there simply wasn’t a comfortable amount of free space remaining. “His name… is DIO,” Mr. Joestar said grimly, and a shadow crossed his face as he pulled forth what were very clearly some dark memories. “He is also a Stand user. My own grandfather battled him and thought him defeated. In my youth, I was involved in a harrowing battle as a direct result of my grandfather’s actions. And now, it seems, my grandson will continue the fight. We thought-” “Hey, you got any dope or liquor in here?” Ricky asked as he loudly dug around in the cupboards. “Usually, Julian keeps some in here, but-” “Ricky, I don’t live here anymore,” Julian cut in. “They probably moved all that shit.” “Can you please pay attention? This is very