Caption Contest 3: Stranger in a Strange Landing

[Triskelion]

For a contest of 2 pages there were still too many winners to choose from. So I'm starting a new contest before my job gets too much harder!

Archer: So you claim that first contact was by accident when a Vulcan ship was forced to land in Liverpool England in the early 1960's, and you are sure that there was no cultural contamination?

ARCHER: Be honest T'Pol. You've never even seen a football game.

T'pol: Captain, you seem distracted by my chest region. Shall I project the hologram there?

Congratulations to our winners. Your prize:

Trip & T'Pol paper dolls:

(courtesy captainsoma.com)


This week's contest finds our heroes lost in a Strange New World. Thought we'd take a break from ship duty for a little fresh air and psychosis.

Have at!

 

[Triskelion]

Down in front!

Wait till my friends see this picture of an alien planet! They'll have to believe I'm a spaceman then!

I can't go with you looking at me!

Ice cream!!!

 

[cooleddie74]

TRAVIS:"Wow!

I think I can see my home continent from here!"


ARCHER:"Travis...shut the hell up."


TRAVIS:"Gotcha..."

"Let Malcolm tell ME I'm never gonna snap a picture of Alien Bigfoot, will he? SUCK IT, Skeptical Weapons Boy!!!"

"HELLO?!?!?

ECHO???


If nobody is watching, I'm gonna take a dump right here...if you don't mind."

CUTLER:"SWEET...

My delivery from Fingerhut's here!!"

 

[Gertch]

"Okay Travis, you can slow down now. Trav. TRAV? We're coming in pretty fast - you can stop now. Mayweather! - is he on his cell phone again?"

 

[Rat Boy]

Archer: "You make a better hangar door than a piece of transparent aluminum, Mr. Mayweather."

Tucker: "T'Pol and Hoshi sunbathing. Wait'll The Superficial gets a load of this!"

Archer: "Great, I forgot where we parked."

Cutler: "Uh oh. Is that Troi driving that thing?"

 

[cooleddie74]

TRAVIS:"Would this be a bad time to tell you guys I've been diagnosed with sickle cell?"

"Now...turn to the left...

poke your butt out...

bend over and put your left index finger in your mouth seductively...

that's it...

YEAH...


Good job, Malcolm! These shots are gonna be HOT!"

"Oh, NO...

My...my contact lens!!"

CUTLER:"It's here, guys!!!

Now...real quick...how much is the fare on one of these things? Do you get a transfer?"

 

[cooleddie74]

"Ease us into a standard, low orbit, Travis...

then release the garbage and refuse holds. I'd love to see how this little Paradise handles four months' worth of unrecycled burrito and pecan pie waste matter!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

ARCHER: Slow down. Your orbit is too high. There's a better geosynchronous point on the other side. Could you turn down the subspace radio, its giving me a head ache....

MAYWEATHER (muttering): backseat drivers

TRIP: A mugato cub, how sweet! Hey Malcom see if it will eat from your hand...

The hills are alive....with the sound of music

The rescue arrived just in time. She had eaten the last of the landing party.

 

[SFRabid]

Anthony Montgomery: First they don't give me any lines. Now they don't even show my face.

Trip: If I cannot sell the pictures to US magazine I bet I can sell the camera on Ebay.

Wow. Look at all the poppies. I wonder if they is a stran with mind altering drugs?

Hey! Over here. I'm holding you a covered parking spot.

 

[Alyssa]

Archer: Travis, you really have to so something about your dandruff

Trip: Alright everyone say 'Space Nerd'
Everyone: 'SPACE NERD'

Travis: 97, 98, 99, 100 Ready or not hear I come

Is it a bird is it a plane no it's the Enterprise crew!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Finn]

Archer: " Here we are...Archer 4! What do you guys think?"
Mayweather: "Mine's bigger".

 

[cultcross]

Trip: Check out the zoom on this baby!

T'Pol: Impressive. Ensign Mayweather is 6 miles away.

This graphic represents through relative size the plot importance of its components. As you can see, Travis is particualrly small.

 

[Gertch]

"Oh look. I'm one of the first model Borg. hehe Yeah, I don't know what those are yet either..."

 

[Rat Boy]

Cutler: "Ooooooooh shit!"

 

[cooleddie74]

"And...THERE.

Finished!

Now let's get back aboard and have Travis go to maximum warp...the processing facility on Photohut IX closes in five solar hours!"

 

[cooleddie74]

TRAVIS:"Shall I yell obscenities and throw popcorn at the screen, sir?"

 

[nil_jones]

Hey, thanks again for the win! I'm starting to learn that, when in doubt, go with the tits.

Archer: What do you mean "It looked like Earth?" We've got sensors for these sorts of things, you know. Now, where the hell are we?

Tucker: Damnit, Reed. No more super-glue on away missions!

Marco.....Marco......uh, guys?

Oh, my god, it's coming right at us! RUN!

 

[cooleddie74]

TRAVIS:"Just LOOK at this planet, sir! She's gorgeous!

I might just have to stake a claim here. I've always wanted to start an ethnic hair care salon on a distant and uninhabited world."

"Now...smile!

Say 'TATV Blows Chunks'!"

"Dammit.

I knew I shouldn't have tried to grow pot down here and not write down WHERE I planted it."

CUTLER:[/b]"Well...

pizza's here. And I'M not tipping the sunnuvabitch this time."[/b]

 

[Rat Boy]

Cutler finally concedes that Commander Tucker might have had a point on women drivers.

 

[cooleddie74]

Landing on the planet of giant frisbee players was a bad idea from the get-go.