My name is Casey, and I'm a Redshirt. But it's not enough just to be a Redshirt. You've got to appreciate what it means; the well we're dipping into every time we do a show.
The fact that I don't have to explain what a Redshirt is should be a good start. Anyone reading this post on purpose came here to read this stuff-- they know of what I speak. You take one look at this poor sap; you know his life insurance is going to pay off for somebody. So.
It's nice to be part of a comedy troupe so fancy they spell the word 'troupe' the European way with an extra letter and only one 'o'. That's just how good we are. It's also quite fun to be a part of something that, with one hand, praises all the good bits of an American legacy and lampoons the stuffing out of it with the other. Star Trek rocks. The very elements that made it great also make our shows friggin' hilarious.
Come check us out. Unlike reruns of your favorite episodes, you will never see the same show twice. Not with us. Different crew, different ship, different planets. New missions and always, always new ways to die.
Ensign Simmons might get a faceful of cloud spores-- to which he is allergic-- and suffer a nasty (but quick) facial explodey death. Lieutenant Chambers might get eaten whole by a giant python. Or Yeoman Brown could be torn asunder by a genetic experiment gone horribly wrong; driven mad by the very adrenaline juices brewed in its own teats. You never know.
The fact that one man's dream has persisted for decades only acts as a testament to his genius. People still want to believe in a better future. They like to imagine that there are other worlds out there with problems not so different from our own; with women that will invariably find our captain irresistible. That even the biggest challenges (that granted, will cost us a few red pawns) can be resolved in about an hour!
And it's all right here. Delivered by a bunch of people united by three simple things: They're funny. They know and love Star Trek. And they look good in primary colors.
Redshirt out.
yes. good good. Troupe is goode. Personally, I spelle Theatre with the "r" before the "e" so... you know, I'm refined, and really, that's what we're going for here, right? Refinement in humoure.
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