No, you’re not. You installed a revolving door on the prime directive. The only one on the Enterprise who hasn’t breezed through it is Data’s cat!
Except for that one time Spot accidentally spaced that diplomat after walking across the transporter terminal.
“Lt. Spot, we have convened this tribunal to determine your involvement in the death of the Mousian ambassador…”
You see what happens? You see what happens, Larry? This is what happens when you meet a Klingon in the Alps.
This is an absolutely brilliant edit.
Well done.
Say what you will about the central tenet of Starfleet, Number One, at least it’s a fucking ethos.
You want a toe? I can replicate you a toe, believe me. There are ways, Number One.
Hell, I can replicate you a toe by 15:00 — with nail polish. These fuckin Pakled…
“The Prime Directive is more like a set of guidelines than actual rules.”
This isn’t 'Nam, this is first contact. There are rules.
“If you think about really it should be called the ‘Prime Suggestion.’”
Yeah, you have to have a meeting to discuss the merits of violating the prime directive BEFORE you violate it, duh.
