Imagine pitching a show about “a robot, a psychic and a guy with x-ray glasses,” to have the studio say “throw in a bald Frenchman with an English accent and a toxic monster in a sash and you got yourself a deal.”
remembering the time when Commander Data realized the dice at a craps table were loaded and just sort of *re*loaded them in his favor by crushing them in his hand
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