Moof

They wouldn’t be called “Monday,” usually, but across countless civilizations there are going to be ones with prescribed time periods in which one must return to work from a period of rest or play (and which is not regarded positively).

Put simply, it is always Monday in space.

from the autopsy of one of the first buttheads raised in captivity

Zinkel’s wingless stellar wasp. (The winged variety are really impressive.)

🎵 Ooh fuucck

I see he’s got a rock

Go go Gornzilla 🎵

🎶 yEEaaAahh 🎶

🎵 Oh geee

There goes Cestus III

Go go Gornzilla 🎵

🎶 yEEaaAahh 🎶

That is CLEARLY a joveseat

alights the Thew signal

Better yet, she only had to pay for one wedding!

You know he ain’t gonna fly

a series of golf balls fly out

How much Brien is on this space station?

🎶Data was a man~

I mean, he was an android-man!

Or maybe he was just an android…

But he was still DATAAAAAAAAAA🎵

Logic-gating the database!

Logic-gating the problems!

Logic-gating all the crewmates

And their pond’rous emotions!

Pond’rous emotions!!

And the Spot mews in the NIIYIIIIIGGHHHTTT

everybody’s disney until your Xterra is found stuck in the wall of a Wild Birds Unlimited

Do they have subtitles in jive?

probably something like this

Now watch it transform into a Decepticon.

Of COURSE she’s going to tell it’s a fake! You forgot the red Nintemdo Sw¡tch logo in the corner!

I have done nothing but teleport yeast for three days.

“Honey, I think there was a mix-up at the hospital.”

“What makes you say that?”

Delightfully devilish disruptive, Elon.

eurobeat track intensifies