And yet, you know the lyrics. The Beatles live in your head just like Q does. Like one of them spacey earwigs that Khan put in Checkov's ear on Star Trek.
Also, like Q, the Beatles are awesome and the best ever.
Sorta like me, too.
Your taste is for sh*t.
All his taste is in his mouth. Which, as we all know, is quite foul. Nothing humble about that gunner.