"This embarrassing attempt by old cracker boomer producers to create a program to appeal to Z's that not a single one will take the time to watch. out-of-touch, buzz-worthy hip-hop, busin' zazz dancin' kidz in Starfleet, bouncing pronouns off the shields as they flubba dubb to the latest crunchy zen-dash touch grass brah. Stella zoinks, lady no cap! You going to the no-alcohol Trek bash in Hall H later where WE DANCE with Starfleet costumes and tell each other we're boss-folks and learn about ourselves while respecting each other's rizz? Heck yeah! It's gonna be tripe and no one there will be sus or clutch fringe cringe. Insta-gram it for me brah! I'll be beaming in later after my exams!"
