Benedict Cumberbatch's character in Star Trek XII is so damn mysterious, nobody knows who he is.
Not even the people who made the film.
He has a badass floppy coat.
And a floppy fringe.
And a black shirt.
He might be named Garry.
Or Garth.
Or KHAAAAAAAAN!
Or not.
He might be a Klingon in disguise.
And he was Sherlock Fucking Holmes in another life.
He could kick seven shades of crap out of Robert Downey Jr's Sherlock without breaking a sweat.
He beat Spock up so badly, Uhura had to come over to the Space Barge and try to save him.
She shot Cumberbatch's character with a phaser, point blank.
AND HE DIDN'T GO DOWN!
The Klingons in JJTrek wear helmets because they know they could never be as awesome as Benedict Cumberbatch's mysterious unnamed character (henceforth MysUnChar)
Spock can beat up Kirk, MysUnChar can beat up Spock. Kirk wouldn't have a chance.
He shrugs of Vulcan nerve pinches like Transformers shug off small-arms fire.
Not even the people who made the film.
He has a badass floppy coat.
And a floppy fringe.
And a black shirt.
He might be named Garry.
Or Garth.
Or KHAAAAAAAAN!
Or not.
He might be a Klingon in disguise.
And he was Sherlock Fucking Holmes in another life.
He could kick seven shades of crap out of Robert Downey Jr's Sherlock without breaking a sweat.
He beat Spock up so badly, Uhura had to come over to the Space Barge and try to save him.
She shot Cumberbatch's character with a phaser, point blank.
AND HE DIDN'T GO DOWN!
The Klingons in JJTrek wear helmets because they know they could never be as awesome as Benedict Cumberbatch's mysterious unnamed character (henceforth MysUnChar)
Spock can beat up Kirk, MysUnChar can beat up Spock. Kirk wouldn't have a chance.
He shrugs of Vulcan nerve pinches like Transformers shug off small-arms fire.