I remember seeing these comics on the shelves and thinking "Why can't anyone draw William Shatner's nose?"
Well, now I'm thinking this comic saga was marketing genius. Genius! The X-Men galavanting about a 23rd century where they would finally find the acceptance they crave... but they couldn't smoke or swear and would certainly have to take orders from one James T. Kirk 'cause... do I have to explain why they'd have to take orders from James T. Kirk? Really?
I'm sure the moral of the saga was teamwork's swell, and it sucks to be an outsider, but nothing ever sucks more than being in love with Mr. Spock. Ahhhhhhhh, bitter dregs.
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