Space: the final frontier. Our
five-year ten-episode mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Would you like to buy a small, furry ball of purring love? Just 10 credits, my friend. Olly tries to sell me on this episode, and I’m as grumpy and possible drunk as Kirk is in it. He seems to view Spock as enough of a pet. McCoy can’t figure out how to keep animals from procreating. No one recognizes Trelane. All this is Uhura’s fault, but how can you blame her: it’s the only shore leave she ever gets. Scotty and Checkov fight “Klinguns” in the longest nonsense sequence in the series. I’m bothered by Spock’s extraneous math, and Olly explains bisexual reproduction math to me. We try to imagine Klingon button manufacturers and invent various theories about and uses for tribbles.
I’m watching the Netflix streaming version; Olly is watching a DVD; and we pretty much stay in sync. Start at 0:00:00 on the countdown.