The decanter was a gift from years past, and when he was very little, younger feral son Qusay, who was just learning to grunt and kill, thought the bust's name was "No-No" because I could make the head swivel from side to side.
In spite of Leonard Nimoy being a conditioned "gun control"-embracing son of Orthodox Jewish immigrants from Ukraine (and you'd think they would have known and taught him better), and in spite of his being part of a TV series that perpetuated a "Space UN" theme, the show and the character he created are fondly-recalled parts of my childhood that remain a welcome presence to encounter in reruns.
The universe contains paradoxes, at least per our limited understanding of it.