![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/th_poohbear.jpg)
This guy, right here? Adorable, yes?
And, yet.
Enroll him in Starfleet Academy and get him assigned to a posting on a starship or space station when he graduates and it will inevitably end in tears and sadness and the flaming wreckage of a once happy childhood memory.
Ensign, or perhaps, if he is lucky and survives what the universe has to throw at him long enough, Lieutenant Pooh Bear beams down to the surface of a planet with his away team, little suspecting what cruel fate awaits him by the end of the day.
Scenario one:
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/poohbear.jpg)
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![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/alien.jpg)
=
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/rip.png)
.
Even more horrifying? Scenario two:
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/poohbear.jpg)
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![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/furrydeath.jpg)
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![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/rip.png)
.
Why does the universe hate happiness and joy and, apparently, dear, sweet Pooh Bear? The answer is simple. Either he was unaware of - or worse, chose to deliberately ignore - one of the Star Trek universe's governing principles.
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v63/silvershadeus/WTF/redshirtofdoom.jpg)
He wears a
red shirt.
...*hands*