Space Hippies! Chekov’s old crush is part of a cult now, Spock and Josh are natural “Nows” while Kirk is a total “Herbert,” and we get excited to enter the home stretch of season 3.

The crew discovers a really, really old dude with a hot daughter—enter Kirk—, the boys talk about how important it is to finish, and dare us all to take a drink every time Scotty is shocked or bewildered. Good luck staying sober!

Thank god the boys are drinking by “volume,” Scotty’s girlfriend gets possessed by some really creepy lights, and we decide that Trek is like comfort food; it always makes you feel good.

Kirk just can’t fall in love with a line, Ira fondly remembers watching the SNL “Best of” videos back in the day, and Bones can’t stop talking about cells getting “blasted.”

Breaking News: Kirk gets another girlfriend! This time she’s sick, Kirk finds himself on an empty ship…but there are terrifying faces in the windows. Creepy.

This episode is definitely about race, that much certain. It’s also about Ira directing Josh to the bathroom on the Enterprise-D, Josh fantasized about decking Chakotay on the bridge, and we watch some really oily, sweaty face make-up.

For the second time, the Enterprise crew find themselves trapped in an insane asylum. This time, there’re fake Spocks, surprise explosions, and that sweet, sweet feeling of unpredictability. Also, Josh confesses he’s watched Galaxy Quest, one of the best “Trek” movies...

Trek goes “Taming the Shrew” on us, complete with all the problematic themes, Josh describes his love of Voyager and Deep Space Nine, and we discuss what “soiling” means (hint: it’s poop).

Kirk finds himself a mint-condition Ozaba in his retro strawberry mento uniform, Spock can’t be contained by emotional force-fields, and Josh & Ira consider the inevitable point in human history where candybars are removed from society.

Kirk gets sped up really, really fast, Josh reminds everyone “you have no idea who you are,” and Ira tries to find the sweet spot in the car-boat of life