TNG Caption This! 341: Continuing mission

Picard (o.s.): Will, are you all right?

Riker: Sorry, sir. I've got the rockin-pneumonia and the boogie woogie flu.

 

RIKER:...and I used to believe him when he called me Number One...

 

TROI: Pain! Sadness! Suffering!
BEVERLY: Deanna, what's wrong?
TROI: The ensigns are watching Game of Thrones. This happens every time somebody dies.



GEORDI: That's not how you snap.



RIKER: I've decided to stay with the Klingons. Their women don't cry so much.



PICARD: You see Will? When you lean over Geordi like this it makes him really uncomfortable.
GEORDI: THANK YOU.



PICARD: Did you really just give orders to change the dress code for bridge officers?
RIKER: Only for counselors.

 

PICARD: Not buying it, Riker. Get your ass to bridge and start your shift!

 

Admiral Leadhead: Sorry folks but I've been fighting a cold all week and I'm not the best judge of comedy in that state. Either tomorrow or Saturday will be the start of the next contest. In the meantime, I fully encourage and support "LeadHead is late" captions, there'll be a special award for it....





The crew took Ned a little too seriously...



Data: Despite not having emotions, I must admit, after slaving away at captions all day, only to have Leadhead get sick and push off the contest again, all I can do is fantasy about crushing his head as if it were an ant's!



Riker: Leadhead being "sick," and postponing yet another contest was the last straw! I'm going off to start my own thread, who's with me?



Geordi: But, but, Leadhead promised he'd have the new thread up by this past Tuesday...

Picard: And you believed that bull merde?



Riker: *grunting, obviously in pain* Sir, how much longer must we stand here? I feel like I've been in the same position for 11 days.

Picard: A few more hours, a day at most, just hang in there Number One, I'm sure Leadhead will have the new contest up in no time.

Worf: A true Klingon warrior can go a month without moving in a caption contest without complaining, Sir.

 

Picard: Sorry Geordi, I still got laid last night.
Geordi: Just don't say it was -
Picard: Christy Henshaw. She kept pouring coco no no's into me.
Georfi: @:&#?*! <storms out>
Data: Query...WTF?

 

Picard: Why aye man! Get me Warp 7 for ya's like!

LaForge: Sir?

Picard: Get it? I'm GEORDIE La Forge!

Riker: I need a transfer.

 

PICARD: Have I mentioned how imaginative the Risian women are?

 

Troi: Nightbird!
Worf: Security, she's doing it again.

 

Riker: "Alright, you win. Deanna's hair isn't the most ridiculous thing on the bridge."

 

RIKER: Actually, I'm kinda turned on right now.

 

RIKER: Sorry Lwaxana, the Captain has been called by Admiral Nechayev for a secret assignment just two minutes after you announced you're visit.

 

RIKER: Sir, I think for your well-being you should no more read Shakespeare in the ""original"".
WORF: Captain, I must say you've never looked so fine as now.

 

Thanks for your patience! Here's the new contest!