Weeeeeelcome back! With spring break over, it's back to work for our rugged heroes, eking out a living for themselves on the frontier -- or as Kira says, her home. What dashing works of derring do will they perform this week? Before we dive back in, let's see some vacation shots!
And finally, doubling as an "Awwwwww" award if ever there was one:
And now, this week's set, featuring our usual intrepid cast of characters up to their usual idealistic saving the universe business!
..or you know, not.
Worf: Jadzia, I cannot be seen wearing such tasteless and tacky man panties. To do so would be a such a grave dishonor that I may be barred from ever entering Sto-Vo-Kor!
Jadzia: Worf, I found your underwear drawer. The jig is up.
Worf: Well, in that case...let me try these on for you. They are quite stunning on my manly Klingon physique.
Dhukat: Me, the baddie?......what would make you think that
Jennifer later started doubting Ben's story about their meeting was an accident when she realized he walked half a kilometer before his feet were burned.
tftw!
HOLOGRAPHIC JADZIA: Come to bed Quark. What's the problem?
QUARK: Real Jadzia found out about the program.
HOLOGRAPHIC JADZIA: Sounds like you had a bad day. Climb into bed!
QUARK: Not for a few weeks. I'm recovering for a catastrophic testicle injury.
Worf: Damned Federation Girl Scouts...I do NOT wish to purchase your insipid cookies. And may Fek'lhr's grandchildren nest in your sock drawer.
And finally, doubling as an "Awwwwww" award if ever there was one:
Label: Worf, Son of Mom.
And now, this week's set, featuring our usual intrepid cast of characters up to their usual idealistic saving the universe business!
..or you know, not.
