It's a real shame that modern conventions can get real celebrities, and don't have to pad out their panels with writers and producers of shows as much.
Because I would give ANYTHING to go to a con where Ken Biller or Bob Doherty, writers of the Star Trek: Voyager series finale "Endgame", where taking questions. I would take the opportunity to throw my phone, or perhaps a mid-range statuette as hard as I could at either man's head.
And as they were rolling on the ground, grasping at the rapidly growing hematoma on their forehead, asking what the fuck is wrong with my, I would squat down next to them and ask
"Chakotay and Seven, motherfucker? They were the couple? That's what you're trying to tell me? After the 'stranded on the paradise planet' episode? After the hologram Borg baby? You're full of shit, and you know you're full of shit. I demand an apology!"
