Designer: Sagan Medvec
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20.00
Life in Starfleet is quite difficult. Yesterday, a crazy satellite called Nomad shot a bunch of my co-workers. Today, I got jacked up by some crazy poison darts from a totally fake looking flower on Gamma Trianguli VI. Of course, pretty boy Kirk walks away scot-free. Borderline alcoholic Dr. McCoy and the pointy eared freak are fine, too. Even that Russian punk Chekov got to continue to pretend to be Davy Jones from the Monkees. Me? I''m dead. Thanks, red shirt!
He's Dead Jim is available for the Ensign Rickys in small to xx-large and for Yeoman Rands in small to x-large. As with all Orange Alexander shirts, He''s Dead Jim is hand-printed by blue antenna''d Andorians.
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