When good old Billy saw me tinkering around with the wing, that was me attempting to find a way inside to prevent plummeting to my death. It became quite clear that no one was going to assist me, but yeah, sure I’m the villain for frantically acting out of self-preservation.
If that’s what you people need to believe to justify what happened next, then so be it. I’ve made peace with my god and my therapist, and I no longer need the apology you owe me.
Though methinks the irony of William wrenching open the exit door to shoot at me IN-FLIGHT, therefore prompting a dicey emergency landing, is lost on no one.
In conclusion, being that this episode is likely part of the reason Shatner became the star he did, I’d argue I’m entitled to some of that Star Trek Money. If you disagree, we’ll see you in court.
aka The Gremlin on the Wing