Professor Arbogast

Alas, poor Burnshock! I knew him, Verluccio. A fellow of infinite quest, of infinite gallantry. He hath saved the galaxy a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here gazed those eyes that 

He hath borne me on his back a thousand times. And now how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it. Here gazed those eyes that women loved I know not how oft. Where be your quips? your derring? your do? your flashes of phaser fire that were wont to set the universe afire?