But First, after some delay, the WINNERS! Good News Bad News Award TSA Has Nothing On Them Award. Snapshot Award Its Pronounce "Ven Gach" Award An Elegant Weapon Photoshop Award Your Prize:
Thanks for the win!-Mistral Mayweather: "But why am I your practice dummy?" Phlox: "It's not like you have anything else to do around here..."
</b></p> Trip: Why are we doing this? Well let's just say that Porthos isn't the only one on the ship that has problems digesting cheese. Every few days I come in with some compressed air attach it to this special nozzle down here and blow out the Captain's chair. Otherwise if it builds up too much and someone sits down too hard we have to clear the bridge.
Engineer: Commander, why are you installing a whoopie cushion? Mayweather: What are you doing? Phlox: Just as I thought. Mayweather: What? Is it serious? Phlox: Quite serious, I just got a text that you're getting an episode built around you, named "Horizon." Archer: Don't make fun of gazelles! Archer: Why are you still working on that? Trip: The faster engineering team doesn't arrive until Tuesday.
Mayweather: "You mean...?" Phlox: "I'm afraid so. Emotional beats, dialogue consisting of more than three or four words at a time, the works. There's even going to be an impassioned speech!" Mayweather: "This won't end well." Phlox: "Optimism, Ensign! How bad could it be?"
Archer: "One more crack about the moustache and you've had it!" Trip: "But, but you don't have a mustache!" Archer: "That's it!..."
Thanks for the win, Nerys Myk! Trip (inhaling deeply): Bringing along a tank of nitrous oxide was a great idea!
Trip: Are you sure I have to sit like this while I'm working on the Captain's chair? T'Pol: (focusing a camera) Yes.... just like that. (click) Phlox: This would be easier if I could check your medical records. Mayweather: Why can't you? Phlox: Everywhere I call, nobody seems to remember you. Even the medic on the ship you grew up on. Mayweather: She said something about adoption... Archer: No, Combative Friday was rescheduled to Monday! Today is forgetful Saturday! Trip: When's Combative Friday again? Archer hits Trip Trip: All set Cap'n, the next time someone sits in the chair who isn't you, they'll get an electric shock in their butt. Archer: Time for a test. T'Pol, you have the Bridge.
It was only after he pressed the red button did Dr Phlox realize he had gotten the MRI scanner mixed up with the torpedo tube again Archer: Don't move...spider!! Trip: oooh...geddit....geddit!!!
Thanks for the win, Nerys Myk! Engineer: "Commander...did...did you just caress the captain's chair seat?" Trip: "Hey, T'Pol sits here, too...and no! No, I didn't!"
Crewman: "Are you sure this is wise sir, installing this shocker?" Trip: "Yea, Yea, it'll be fun" Archer: " Your lucky I don't throw you out an air lock for that shocker Stunt!" Trip: "Aaapril Fools....?"s
Archer "I'm gonna' kill you where you stand! You sunnova bitch!" Trip "Wha! Why?" Archer "Because it's more convenient than killing you somewhere else! Dammit man, don't ask stupid questions!"
Engineer: Commander, shouldn't we be fixing the warp reactor? Trip: Priorities! I might someday sit in this chair! Engineer: Only if the Captain's brain gets infested by Parasites and T'Pol resigns... Archer: Stop saying I'm a switch hitter with a Phase Pistol! I'm ambidextrous!