(gordon ramsay on star trek) oh what the hell? the gagh is fucking dead! look at this! it’s not moving. it’s feasting with its fucking ancestors in sto’vo’kor! excuse me, darling, how fresh is this gagh? they’re what? fucking hell. thank you. my god, it’s fucking replicated. wow, fuck me.

(gordon opens a compartment on the wall and dozens of tribbles fall on his head) fucking hell. at least someone’s enjoying the food.