I like this as a palate cleanser after how deep the last question I answered was.

I have to start with a sad admission: I haven’t seen Predator (nor any of the sequels), and I’ve only seen a few episodes of The Next Generation. I know, shocking! So I’m pretty much going to make this up as I go along. You know, as opposed to the solid scientific reasoning that most cinephiles would put into this.

Let’s look at the two characters (from the perspective of me, who really doesn’t know shit about either one).

Lieutenant Worf is a Klingon. I may not be well-versed in TNG, but I know Klingons from the original Star Trek. They are badass. And I am a little jealous of the shape of their heads…we share similar hairlines, but when’s the last time someone told a Klingon that they were balding (and lived to tell about it)? He’s also got a groovy deep voice. And let’s face it, even I would get laid if I had a deep voice like his. I can pull off an Old Spice Guy-like “Hello, ladies,” but I can’t sustain that baritone (mostly because it feels silly).

Then there’s Predator. Needy little bugger, isn’t he? Fine, I can accept Predator 2 and Predators as sequels. I’ll even allow for Alien vs Predator. But Alien vs Predator: Requiem? This thing is quite the attention whore. It’s almost like Daffy Duck fighting Bugs Bunny at this point…one is jealous of the other’s success and just can’t let it go.

So based on this amazingly deductive reasoning, and the fact that LeVar Burton can read The Art of War to Worf, I have to give the edge to the good lieutenant.