TWO THINGS:
1) Despite the subject matter, Data from Next Gen got some wicked flow, yo!
2) Ryker is a goddamn dick. WAKE… UP, SHIT HEEL!!

Bang bang, choo-choo train, let me see you shake that thang. Wm. Steven Humphrey is the editor-in-chief of the Portland Mercury and has held the job since 2000. (So don’t get any funny ideas.)

7 replies on “Yo, Data Raps! (About Cats)”

  1. Cut Riker some slack. (And it *is* spelled Riker, you’re worrying me, dude.)

    The guy spends almost all his time screwing junior officers, must take a lot out of him, even with his Starfleet training. (There’s a reason it’s pronounced “Satyrfleet” in some quadrants.)

  2. I love Riker, with his beer gut and the way he walks around like he’s going to open doors with his forehead.

    But Data is still the best! He has a cat named Spot! He got it on with Tasha Yar (totes miss u, tasha)! He sleuths it up with Geordi in the Holodeck! And he even got an “Emotion Chip” and cried! Androids don’t cry! (do they?)

    SO MUCH LOVE FOR ST:TNG!

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