Dammit, I knew away team didn't look right.

I'd perform seppuku for my shameful error, but the doctors wont let me have sharp objects.
Because I lost my heart to that Galway girl.
I, Mudd (**½)
I’ve never liked Harry Mudd, and I never will. I can never forgive him for his Oirish accent in
Mudd’s Women. Actually, I can never forgive him for that entire episode. So the prospect of a second episode of his antics isn’t something I looked forward to. Thankfully, this episode is more about androids. These super-powerful androids were built by an Andromedian race tens of thousands of years ago. They had the ability to traverse the intergalactic void, but couldn’t be bothered leaving their home system, so they were mostly wiped out in a supernova. Should have used red matter.
Also, this extremely advanced, aeons old, extra-galactic race named their android... Norman. I would have expected something a bit more exotic.
At first, the androids just want to study humans so they can better serve us, sort of like how tracking cookies are intended to monitor our internet usage so as to provide tailored web services. But much like tracking cookies, these androids have decided to take over the galaxy. They have determined that humans are too dangerous to be allowed run amok, so they’re going to control our species so we can’t do any damage. How come the Klingons never encounter crap like this? They are a species that would probably be better off reigned in by android overlords. But no, robots just seem to love picking on us imperfect but well-meaning humans. It’s discrimination, and I wont stand for it any more.
Kirk wont stand for it either, and he decides to repeat the old trick of out-thinking the computer. But this time, instead of making a speech, Kirk decides to confuse the androids to death in a sequence that’s more Monty Python than it is Star Trek. Thankfully, I love Monty Python, so the silliness of the ending tickled me just right, although I can understand why some may think it’s the most dreadful thing ever recorded on film. With Norman dead, the androids decide to give up on their ambition of galactic conquest and are happy to return to their previous role as sex-bots. And Harry Mudd is left imprisoned on a planet with 500 stereotypes of a nagging wife. Part of me thinks that that the depiction of Harry’s wife is painfully cliché, another part of me is just happy that Harry is going to suffer.