God only gave us a finite number of orgasms, and we already done used them all up on TNG reruns. Intellectually we believe that this show should be making our toes curl and it's only gods stupid limitations that left us with an empty gas tank to roll our eye balls all the way back, and not that this show is a tediously inferior product. So these girly hissy fits are just misdirected rage towards an ineffectual god, and those of us with manners should apologise for hurting Falling Skies' feelings. I'm sorry Falling Skies. It's not you, it's me.