TNG Caption This! 338: I accidentally skipped #337

Hello everyone! Winners Time!




First up to the plate, we have the "Some things never change" award, going to:

Next, we have the "Uncontrollable" Award, going to:

Next, we have the "Cliffhanger" Award, going to:

Next, we have the "Where's Geordi when you need him?" Award, going to:

Next, we have the "Music cues" Award, going to:

Loved ALL of the Photoshops this week! Couldn't choose, They're all winners!

And, this next one gets some extra style points for shopping the desk reflection. Awesome stuff!

Congrats to our winners and many thanks to everyone who participated! Now, I changed something last contest. Anybody know what it was?

And now, the new contest!











Enjoy!

 

La Forge: Hold my hand, someone!

Riker: Flip for it? Loser has to hold his hand?



Worf: After thorough investigation, we can not determine who sent you these flowers.

Picard: Did you read the card, Lieutenant?



Worf: Dang, we're always late to brawl night at Ten Forward.



Picard: Admiral, you've been sitting in my chair for hours. Get off my ship.




The moment so many fans had waited for, and Patrick Stewart totally sleep walked though the scene.

 

LA FORGE: Stop rocking my chair, I'm about to hurl.



PICARD: So gentlemen, candy and flowers or just flowers?

WORF: Do you really think we're the best people to give you relationship advice?



DORN: We just can't leave the stunt men alone for a minute, can we?



PICARD: I hope you're not planning to take advantage of me in this condition.

CRUSHER: Nope

PICARD: oh.

 

Picard: And the winner for best gold shirt is...


Riker: I'm telling you, the crew got over the Borg rather wel...
Worf: Sure they did.


Picard: °* I coulda had a few more Bevs. *°¤
Beverly: You punched Riker in the face.
Picard: *hic* That lil piss has been gunning for my seat shince day one. *°*
Beverly: You need to sleep.
Picard: * I know what you need baby. °*¤
Beverly: ... Strip, doctors orders.

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And now the conclusion:
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Picard: And the winner for best gold shirt is... O'brien, who want to take him his award?

 

Picard: Right- you fell for two ladies who ended up getting murdered by crazies who sold out their respective empires.

 

LaForge: ``Whoa, hey, the 'Check Engine' light just came on, what do we do?''
Data: ``The Captain informed me the procedure is to pop the air hose off the catalytic converter just before we go in for inspection and reattach it after we pass.''


``Yes, Lieutenant Worf, I shall be proud to accompany you to the prom.''


``Hey! Who told everybody they could be kung-fu fighting?''


``This may be our most serious situation yet, Admiral. They're filming us in a crane shot. They never take us out of eye-level two-shots.''


It was fun, but now Dr Crusher has to deflate and fully clean her Picard blow-up doll.

 

Geordi: Ok I'm nearly into the Captain's logs. Now it's asking for his password.
Riker: Try "Eline."
Geordi: Nope.
Data: Try "ChateauPicard."
Geordi: Nope.
Riker: Try "Fourlights27."
Geordi: That's it, we're in.
Troi: Oh give me a break!

 

Picard: "So, in light of the fuss over GMOs, I've decided to change the standard rations to something more natural."

 

Picard: "You have to admit, Admiral, as androids go, Lal is a bit of a cutie!"
Haftel: "Bah! She's just a kid! You should Google James Kirk's historical logs for 'Exo III' sometime!"

 

Thanks ftw Mr. Lead [Changable Full Name] Sir! Also for the previous contest as I forgot to do so last time.




Burton: Maybe we should just put her in a proper uniform rather than go to all these strange lengths to cover up her camel toe?




Picard: It may not seem it gentlemen, but flowers like these got me many a fine woman. The flowers and a bottle of meths.




Worf: Humans brawl like big girls blouses.





Picard: Actually, Data gave up on the whole android project after being distracted by his new hobby, giant shadow puppets.





Beverly: ...I think what you should have done is gotten me to drink the meths. Nice flowers though.

 

Medical log: As that already happened seventeen years ago, a bad interpreation of Halmet thrown Captain Picard to dementia. Hopefully, I know it's easy to treat with the Wesley procedure.


Riker: What the hell is that?
Worf: They're the without honor actors who played so badly this great Klingon tragedy.

 

MR. GREY: Not in the face! Not in the face!!

 

Thanks for the pick



Riker: Remind me later to speak to the captain about reassigning this awful helmsman. I'm not even sure he can see



Data: Catching them apparently means you are the next bride to be, Sir



Worf: Apart from the guys about to make out, on my left, it's the best birthday party you're ever thrown me



Picard: Privately means all the way out of the room, if you please #1



Picard: Either the inertial dampers are offline, or there's some extra kick in Aunt Adele's hot milk toddy recipe

 

Worf: "The rabbit-punches, groan-kicks and thrown-chairs I understand ... but the two men to my left quietly exchanging nipple-twists leaves me feeling confused."

 

Haftel: "I'm not insinuating anything, Jean Luc. I'm simply noting that you have an awful lot of pastel colors and potted plants on your ship."

 

PICARD: Relax Admiral, it's not like Data has created some sort of monster.

 

Riker: Stand down, everybody. She was just approaching the viewsreen, not the helm.

Troi: Hey!




Picard: These flowers will have Beverly spending the next two weeks flat on her back with her legs wide open.

Data: Can she not replicate a vase?




Worf: Finally! Some manly warrior action! What started it?
Riker: They're trying to decide who gets to dress as a geisha at Keiko's wedding.




Picard: Sideboob.
Admiral: <turns>




Picard: An enema? In this day and age?
Beverly: Gotta have something for the Christmas newsletter.

 

Data: "Pulling the flower's out of your sleeve was interesting Captain, but less so than pulling the tribble of a hat."

Worf: "I did not care for the tribble trick."

 

The first time Geordi got caught browsing porn on his console at work.



PICARD: Data, Geordi, Worf, meet Commander Parn from the Shrubbery planet. He will be our new chief science officer.



BLUESHIRT: That's Wesley! That's Wesley! That's Wesley! SO MANY WESLEYS!



ADMIRAL HARTFEL: Yes Jean Luc, I know you helped establish that Data was a person with individual rights. That's why we are summarily taking his daughter away from him without appeal, just like we would do for ANY human being!



BEVERLY: I told you to stay away from Commander Riker's holoprograms!