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|Deep Space Nine What We Left Behind, we will always have here.|
|June 7 2014, 03:17 AM||#16|
Lieutenant Junior Grade
Re: DS9 Caption Contest 94: QUAAAAAARRRRK!
BASHIR (off-screen): Oh, finally. I've been waiting twenty minutes for you two to get out of that holosuite.
DAX: I'm sorry, Julian. We lost track of time.
BASHIR (off-screen): Doing what? You were supposed to be up there exercising. I don't see any sweat. Where are all the bruises, the broken bones, the blood?
WORF: We were talking.
QUARK: For an hour and forty five minutes?
WORF: It is a private matter.
DAX (sighing): Worf's having trouble getting it up.
WORF: It was a private matter.
QUARK: If you're interested, I could sell you some Viagra--and at a considerable discount I might add!
Quark (whispering to Gaila): Should we tell him he's holding it backwards?
Gaila (whispering back): Only if you want to end up like Farrakk...
It wasn't until half-way through their routine that Quark realized the Klingon Ballroom Dance Competition was to the death.
Quark: Oooh! Oooh! I know! I know! The answer is 47!
Keiko (off-screen): I haven't called on you yet, Quark...and what are you doing in my class with a phaser!?
Some days you get the tribble. Other days the tribble gets you.
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