Wesley Crusher. The name invokes fear and loathing in all those who know him, and even in those who do not. It stands to reason, then, that whether you know him or not…you fear and loath him.
He invades your dreams. You see him when you close your eyes. You are going mad. It is as if there are rats in the walls…scratching, scratching, SCRATCHING at you. Every time you watch him on Star Trek the Next Generation. That smug smile. That gleeful, awful, way he saves the day every time and knows more about Security than Worf, more about Engineering than Geordi, and less about Baldness than Picard. All while wearing an ORANGE TURTLENECK SWEATER.
It just gets better from there. This is, without a doubt, the single greatest TNG-related thing I have ever seen in my life, online or elsewhere in the universe.
