Of course Kirk is familiar with the works of DH Lawrence, one of the horniest poets ever.
Oh the subspace outside is rippling
And the short range sensor’s tripping
I suspect there’s a cloaked ship, so
Make it show
Make it show
Make it show
Send a tachyon pulse to check it
If we’re lucky we’ll detect it
Then we’ll give it a tetryon glow, to
Make it show
Make it show
Make it show
When their ship is at last revealed
Arm the phasers and lock as they pass
We will watch as they flee the field
With a photorp up their ass
So the Romulans keep on flying
As we wave at them goodbye-ing
Till the next time they have a go
Make it show
Make it show
Make it show
The back pain due to injury is true, but the reason he sat down that way isn’t because of that. Frakes confirmed in an interview that he did it because he thought that would showcase Riker’s cockiness. Nobody stopped him from doing it, so it stuck.
The back injury, however, is the reason behind the “Riker Lean”.
“Now don’t worry, I’m sending a hologram of myself that only you can see and hear, and T’Pol says there’s a 92% chance if you do as we say you’ll get sent home.”
“You seem awf’ly calm about this, Cap.”
“I may have had some experience. I find saying Oh Boy every now and then helps.”
I want to see them pull this on Star Trek shitposting on FB.
Allowing the rotational periods of the planet to continue and liquid dihydrogen monooxide to immobilize me. Allowing the rotational periods of the planet to continue and liquid dihydrogen monoxide traversing subterranean layers. Into the azure colored atmosphere once more, when the currency has been expended. A single moment in the years that consist of a lifespan and liquid dihydrogen monooxide traversing subterranean layers.
Isn’t that the Janeway?
I try to always say, “I don’t know what it is, but it’s weird and pissed off,” when people ask me to identify something.
You may be thinking of Ch’Pok, the Klingon advocate from DS9: “Rules of Engagement”, where they were trying to extradite Worf on the grounds that he had destroyed a civilian transport.
CH’POK: I look forward to fighting on your terms.
SISKO: This is not a fight. It’s the search for the truth.
CH’POK: The truth must be won. I’ll see you on the battlefield.
And later:
CH’POK: What matters to me is the thrill of the fight, not which side I’m on. And I think we both know the extradition fight is over.
Here you go!