All right, time to shoo these glorified extras off the stage and get a new contest up and running. Here are the winners:
And the winner by default of the Photoshop award since it was the only entry:
Congratulations to the winners. This week, we catch our heroes lounging around when not seeking out new life and new civilizations. Plus, like last week's Christian Slater pic, I finally have just the excuse to use one image in particular:
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Crewman Chiles: You put the balm on? Who told you to put the balm on? I didn't tell you to put the balm on. Why'd you put the balm on? You haven't even been to see Doctor McCoy. If your gonna put a balm on, let McCoy put a balm on!
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"No, sir...it's just a coincidence I'm a dead ringer for that lost Mars astronaut from 250 years ago. Thanks for noticing, though."
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"My mom sent me."
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"There you go, Captain, I finally killed that effing fly!"
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Crewlady: "I can see up your skirt."
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"You took that off your mattress? Are you crazy?"
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Bolian: That's the worst comb over I've ever seen.
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Bolian: "..and I can't stress enough how important it is for you to get a regular prostate checkup. I know this great doctor on Starbase 12 who has a very light touch.
Picard: *grumble*
And the winner by default of the Photoshop award since it was the only entry:
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"A party ensign, is that what you want?"
"BIG PARTY!"
"Well, we'll have to see what-"
"BIG BIG PARTY!"
"Shut up ensign!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
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The Bolian started, then stopped himself. Surely Picard could feel the MiniShat climbing his head?
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Porter throws in a last ditch attempt to stop the Borg.
Once and for all.
Congratulations to the winners. This week, we catch our heroes lounging around when not seeking out new life and new civilizations. Plus, like last week's Christian Slater pic, I finally have just the excuse to use one image in particular:



