In the fanfic sequel the poo people are kept addicted on magic-suppressing opioids and mind-dulling cigarettes provided by the Special owned industrial pharmaceutical companies. It's been this way so long
Eveyone knows people who don't smoke can't be trusted. The temple priests say so every Sunday service.
Captain Picard drops by, breaks the opioid machine, peaces out.
But not before spending an hour debating the ethics of doing so, as is tradition.
Modern efficiency has streamlined it to around forty minutes.
In the fanfic sequel the poo people are kept addicted on magic-suppressing opioids and mind-dulling cigarettes provided by the Special owned industrial pharmaceutical companies. It's been this way so long
Eveyone knows people who don't smoke can't be trusted. The temple priests say so every Sunday service.
Captain Picard drops by, breaks the opioid machine, peaces out.
But not before spending an hour debating the ethics of doing so, as is tradition.
Modern efficiency has streamlined it to around forty minutes.