I've likened my role as "breaker-of-bad-news-to-angry-Italians" to any number of helpless ensigns assigned to away missions with Jim or Jean Luc or Ben or Katheryn.
Except I don't even have the benefit of a phaser...
One day I woke up and realized that unicorns weren't real. It was a dark day...
Oh my god Kyle and I were JUST talking about how every nameless red-shirt that goes with the main guys down onto a planet is inevitably going to die. It's pretty hilarious.
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