TNG Caption This! #435: Look!

[LeadHead]

Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you are having a fun day!

First up to the plate, we have the "It is a silly place" Award, going to:

Data: It's only a model.

Everyone: SSHH!!

Next, we have the "Mr. Green, in the hall, with the revolver" Award, going to:

[knock on door]

[Picard opens door]

Female singing: Da da da da da da! I, am, your singing telegram!

[Picard pulls out gun and shoots]

[sound of a body hitting the floor]

[Picard shuts door]

Next, we have the "Historical Inaccuracies" Award, going to:

Wesley: You guys look nothing like the candy wrapper.

Next, we have the "The Amazing Picard" Award, going to:

PICARD: I hope you all enjoy the magic show.
DATA: Before we begin sir. Are you aware that there are two doves hidden under your hat?
PICARD: Err...
DATA: And I couldn't help but notice that your bag contains a deck of playing cards where every card is the four of spades. Is it not customary for a standard deck of cards to contain four of each sequential denomination....
PICARD: Yes Data, that will be all!

Next, we have the "Nathan Ford Motivational Speaking" Award, going to:

Crusher: That bitch unfriended me.

Riker: Could you please focus.

Many Photoshops this week! Couldn't choose between the two finalists, both are winners!

Awkward

And...

Dixon: It cost a pretty penny, but I finally got rid of that "Private Dick Investigator" door.
Data: Worth every cent, sir.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43210.5: It seems we may have misunderstood the theme of the "Robin" cosplay contest.

Crusher: The good news is, I know what killed him.
..the bad news is we're infected with it.

Many thanks to everyone who participated and congrats to our winners!

Enjoy!

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

Stickyswitch complete. Gotcha covered.

 

[LeadHead]

Data: And at this point in the video, we can see that I was the only officer on the bridge who was not taking a nap.

Worf: Sir, incoming message from your father.

Picard and Riker: Ignore that.

Crusher: Close that airlock! It's ruining my hair!

Leighton: Would you put your phone away and get back to work.

La Forge: I just leveled up in The Simpsons Tapped Out!

Data: Commander, I appreciate you doing that at other times when I am sitting at my station.

 

[LeadHead]

Stickyswitch complete. Gotcha covered.

Picard: Mister Data, The Illusive Man just posted the thread a few minutes ago. How did Mutai Sho-Rin get it stickyswitched that fast?

Data: He is a very efficient moderator, Sir.

(Thank you, Mutai Sho-Rin)

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Leitjen: Ensign! Put your pants back on!

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

Stickyswitch complete. Gotcha covered.

Picard: Mister Data, The Illusive Man just posted the thread a few minutes ago. How did Mutai Sho-Rin get it stickyswitched that fast?

Data: He is a very efficient moderator, Sir.

(Thank you, Mutai Sho-Rin)

And sometimes just the luck of the timing. Just came back in from patching a leaking bicycle inner tube and there you were with the ones and zeros still wet.

 

[JirinPanthosa]

On the slow days, the Enterprise senior staff modified the briefing room table for shuffleboard.

WORF: I'm telling you. Even though we're at peace now doesn't mean we shouldn't be strengthening our fleet to face unknown threats! Whatever destroyed those Romulan colonies...
PICARD: I don't think that will be necessary Mr Worf.

BEVERLY: WESLEY! Did you break the universe again?!

LEIGHTON: Yes, you have to hold the camera. And yes, we do have to record this mission and no other missions ever.

RIKER: Yeah, I don't understand why all the women we meet who are supposed to be physically tough can have such skinny un-muscular builds either. It seems to violate the laws of physics.
TASHA: Ahem.
RIKER: Oh, hey Tasha!

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Data: *buzz* What is Wisconsin?

 

[shivkala]

Thanks for he win! Happy Halloween!

Data: I'm afraid the options are rather limited, Counselor. Despite all our progress, the Halloween costume industry is still pretty misogynistic. So, it's either Sexy Red Shirt or Sexy Nurse.

Worf: For the last time, I am not Lt. Yar. Remember, she died a month ago?

Riker: Whatever you say, Tasha.

Picard: Bridge to Sickbay, we're reading a blackhole! What happened?

Crusher: It finally happened, sir! My son sucked so much he imploded into a singularity?

Leighton: Okay, now, keep watching. Lt. LaForge is approaching and it'll only be a matter of time before he hits on me.

Riker: Hey, baby, come here often?

Data: Sir, are you hitting on the indigenous life forms, again?

 

[Nerys Myk]

LEIGHTON: It is on? Is it on? Where do I look? When do I start talking?

LAFORGE: That transfer can't come soon enough.

WORF: I say we attack!

PICARD: See, that's the sort of gumption I like in a Security Chief. Keep it up Mister Worf.

CRUSHER: I don't think fashion photography is your calling.

 

[Finn]

Counselor Troi: (OS)....I came across this...first of all, don't walk up to her from behind like that. It's creepy

Geordi: (OS) figures...she slapped me several seconds later.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Worf (OS): "Well, Doctor? Still think my flatulence is 'just a normal bodily function and nothing to be concerned about'?"

 

[Gepard]

By the 24th century, humor was no longer the driving force behind image macros. Instead they sought to better themselves and got real boring in the process.

RIKER [muttering]: ...and then I'll put my leg up like this. And the operations officer will have to smell them. Yesssssss.

 

[Triskelion]

T4TW Illusive Man!

Data to bridge. Send in the Uhura Dancers.

Riker: What's the matter Worf? K'Ehleyr making you wear a banana hammock again?
Worf: Some women have no sense of proportion!
Picard: Thank heavens for that.

Before I traverse the warp bubble threshold, I'd better release a little warp bubble of my own. It always takes a good five minutes to traverse the threshold of my pant cuffs.

Data: Sir, I checked my tricorder readings. Five minutes ago there was no trace of this noxious cloud.
Riker: A little something for the natives to remember us by, and maybe build a cargo cult around.
Yar: BY SHAKAREE'S BEARD! DID THAT TRILL CRAWL UP YOUR BUTT TO DIE?!!!


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[Triskelion]

 

[tharpdevenport]

Return of the Stinknuts.

 

[hux]

TFTW

Picard: We can't seem to get the TV working.

Data: I am at a loss, captain.

Troi: Maybe because the TV is behind you, guys.

Picard: Suggestions?

Worf: We fire ten photon torpedoes followed by phasers and laser canons and then send in ground troops to finish them off.

Riker: It's a planet of helpless children who have asked us for help.

Worf: Your point?

Crusher: Doctor to the bridge. Did we order a powerful, bright, swirly vortex thingy that sucks in time?

Leighton: What do you mean, you film all your women?

Data: You're such a dick.

 

[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: All I'm saying is, if she was killed by an alien oil slick, I wouldn't miss her.

...she's right behind me isn't she?

 

[T'Girl]

Riker:

"Data, it's just since Tasha's death, I can't let her go. It feels like every time I turn around she'll be there."

 

[Catarina]

Riker:

Do I got a little Captain in me?