I did.

I took “foreign agents” to mean Russians traveling abroad. It didn’t occur to me people are still idiotic enough to vacation in Russia.

Good luck to them trying to prevent the use of their language by non-Russians anywhere in the world.

Is that not spycraft 101 since… forever?

This is Lower Decks-style version of Pale Moonlight:

Vreenak: “Where did you get these super secret plans?”

Sisko: “They just sent me a subspace message.”

There once was a prankster named Horace,
who thought the stage play was quite borious.
He conspired to seat,
those whom’s heads were shaved neat,
and reflected a swear off their foreheads.

Lord Bradley Bottomshit kindly asks that you not disparage his family’s name any further.

That last picture registers to me as child abuse.

Especially the gay ones.

Is that you, Mr. Limpet?

“I CAN live with it.”

It’s better than Bashir’s answer to end the war.

Subbing just out of support.

Monsantio

Promise?

I have to keep reminding myself that effectively our technology is just a loosely-based, extremely primitive, and extremely inefficient mimicry of shit that started happening on its own billions and billions of years ago across the entire universe and perfectly scales from microscopic to galactic levels.

No reason to bark at them, it has a nice ring to it.

My cheese wasn’t Gouda ‘nough?

Fascinate in the sense that she’ll spend the next five minutes confused as to why you gave her cheese.

Need a banana for scale.

Bumble bee: “Hi.”

Octopi, octopuses, and octopods are all valid pluralizations of octopus in American English.

Conversely, cacti is the only valid pluralization of cactus.

Don’t worry, language itself pissed us off long before you did.