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This episode is kinda interesting. Not precisely the response the producers were going for when they were making the show, I’m sure, but they’re lucky they get this much. A super diplomat to the stars (Space Ralph Bunche, I guess) is being escorted to broker an agreement between the Ugly and Uglier Tribes of yet another planet made of rocks. Turns out Mr. Peace is actually deaf — he reads lips (how do they do that?) and then transmits his thoughts to his “chorus.” His chorus is a stern man (for stern thoughts) a delicate woman (for delicate thoughts) and a robust & lusty man (for robust & lusty thoughts.) Mr. Peace himself is a creepy dude with beady eyes and a horrible beard, but his sex-interpreter is skilled enough to get Counselor Troi to go out to dinner with him. So instead of studying up on the 15 century history of this seemingly-intractable conflict, he spends his entire trip trying to get into Troi’s unitard. He might have succeeded, too, if it weren’t for (shocker!) some violence among the warring barbarians. O! Had he only checked the Wikipedia entry on these guys! Now he has no chorus to aid him — and he must use the strength from within, or something, which involves everyone taking Berlitz classes. A laughable end, but the scenes with the interpreters are cool and Marina Sirtis doesn’t look half bad lit by candlelight. What’s Betazoid for “Reowr!”?