Nom nom nom nom.Someday, I want to invite Shatnoy over for dinner, and make them pasta. See if Len or Bill twirl spaghetti against a spoon; and who would get the last garlic breadstick.
/what the fuck, what am I even talking about.
I imagine Shatner would eat everything and steal food from Nimoy’s plate, and Nimoy would snark about him being fat and lazy, and then they’d laugh and hug and I’d just be like:
And the anecdotes throughout dinner would be about the bicycle, and Bill going go on and on about not wanting to be in the next Trek movie, and then talking about his horses while Len can’t get in a word, edge-wise.
Which thoroughly explains why Spock Jr. always wants to be invited for dinner, y/y?
