Some kind of...subspace anomaly?
Exobiological macroviral infestation?
Julie? Trisha? Betty June?
It is the seeping bunyon on my Vulcan hammertoe.
Crewman, how many times do I have to give the order not to release the fart valve until we've cleared the deck!
There are so few joys in an Ensign's life.
Ye gods. That's horrific.
Welcome to my world, sirs.
805 McFish to go, please.
Hostess: There's no such thing as a McFish!
Mister Scott, we need! More! Saturation!
I'm giving 'er all she's got, Captain! I cannae break the laws of Photoshop!