Hey, happy Sunday!
This is a rough of a comic that’s been stuck to my Idea Conceptualization Plank (ahem – cork board) beside my workspace here for…well, I think I dated it, didn’t I? Scratched this out in January, looks like. Anyway, here’s a glimpse into the process, I guess. Hope you’re not mad! (Oh, I eclipsed 100 followers just today! Amazing! If you’re reading this, please comment and say hello!)
So did anyone else watch Star Trek the Next Generation growing up?
It was on right before Star Search. Or was it after Star Search?
Anyway, it always baffled me, even at a very young age, how there were absolutely zero repercussions whenever this Riker pervert would head off to the Holodeck, where he always had some lurid sexual role-play at the ready, you know? Picard, the good captain that he was, largely stuck to the foggy streets of late 19th Century London, where he’d challenge himself to solving crimes as Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes. Now that’s a leader. Even in his downtime he was putting his big ol’ captain brain to work.
His second in command? Well, he basically just used the Holodeck to rape his fellow Star-Fleet crew officers. Diana Troy seemed to be in a large percentage of them, I recall, wearing next to nothing.
Nowadays you hear about people getting fired for stuff like posting pictures of themselves smoking a joint or doing keg stands at parties over the weekend, but can you imagine if this technology existed? And if it came to light that you were doing perverse things “to” your underlings? You’d be shit-canned so fast it’d make your head spin! But Riker? He was always above reproach, wasn’t he?
Riker: *Beep-beep!* “Computer! Cue up program…let’s see, what am I in the mood for tonight? How’s this? Surprise me! Here are just a few rough parameters, and I’ll let you take care of the rest: Hmmmmm. ‘Councillor Troy,’ ‘BDSM,’ ‘Anal,’ ‘Watersports,’ ‘Peanut Butter,’ annnnnnnd…four Labrador Retrievers. You know what, let’s not go crazy here. TWO Labrador Retrievers.”
Computer: “Your program is ready, Commander Riker.”
Computer: “Yes, Commander Riker?”
Riker: “…four Labrador Retrievers.”
Computer: “Affirmative, sir.”
Oh, and this! This kind of proves my point, wouldn’t you say?
I’ll say this about, Riker though: he has a beard.
Oh, one more thing: would you look at that chick he turned down! What an IDIOT!