Grand Nagus Zek Visits Memorial

The the Grand Nagus , or at least the voice thereof, occasionally leads Sunday community prayers at our church.

Cancer, finances, the war, and children addressed with a juicy, raspy wheeze. Without the accompanying lisp, it would be scary. With the whole package, I have to keep my head raised and eyes open looking at a slight sixty year old man with a white combover and a bolo tie so that I don’t slip into a mental picture of the leader of the Ferengie asking for blessings on someone’s kidney stone.

April 5th, 2007 | Science Fiction, St. Louis

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