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[pockysquirrel]

Watching Star Trek: The Next Generation with my husband goes a little something like this.
 

Angel One - Riker is flirting with the misandrist leader of a female dominated planet.

Me: Riker no, don’t fuck the natives.

Husband: YEAH RIKER, GET SOME!

11001001 - Riker is flirting with a red herring in a red dress on the holodeck.

Me: Riker no, don’t fuck the holograms.

Husband: YEAH RIKER, GET SOME!

This was followed in short order by a lamentation about how Riker got cockblocked by having to save the ship.