The crew thought T'Pol spent a lot of time in her quarters meditating, but she actually whiled away the hours staring at her used chewing gum collection. She wasn't nearly as bright as they tended to give her credit for...
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The crew thought T'Pol spent a lot of time in her quarters meditating, but she actually whiled away the hours staring at her used chewing gum collection. She wasn't nearly as bright as they tended to give her credit for...
T'Pol's fanaticism for finding the perfect gift for Trip knew no bounds. Even on EBay.
"Look, T'Pol...all I did was pee on one of the plants!!
I wasn't able to GO before we came down!!"
"Did I ever tell you about the time Trip and I got smashed on scotch whiskey and streaked nude through the Vatican?"
Public urination in Vulcan hydroponics bays had STIFF penalties.
"Damn.
I coulda had a V8."
Lurker, first time poster, hopefully I don't break any rules about posting too many captions in one post. Enjoy!
T'Pol accidentally stumbled upon Trip's stash of Maxim magazines. And couldn't help but stare at the scantily clad women on the covers.
"Must...not...ogle...Trip's...underwear...Must...stay...calm..."
"Why is there a blinking light in this box?"
Unfortunately, T'Pol opened Reed's secret weapons cache and activated the self destruct sequence.
"Must find a place to hide my secret snapshots of the men in decon. Especially those of Lieutenant Stinky."
As T'Pol looked into the mirror, she wasn't happy that her wig was falling off. If the human crew found out that she was actually bald they wouldn't stop talking about it until Enterprise blew up.
Unfortunately, Trip failed Sneaking and Hiding 101 at the Academy. T'Pol had to remind him that ducking behind any cover was also a step in the hiding process.
T'Pol: The danger is over, Commander.
Trip: *shaking* Mal...Mal's gone mad! He's stalking the corridors! SAVE US T'POL! SAVE US FROM THE DEMOLITION MAN!
Trip decided that the best place to hide from the Borg would be the hydroponics bay. Reluctantly, T'Pol had to agree.
Trip: "How did you know I was here?"
T'Pol: "I can see your hair over the bushes."
T'Pol wasn't too happy that she was called into the hydroponics bay only to find out that Hoshi and Mayweather had set up Trip and her on a date. As she scowled she was devising ways to make the Ensigns wish they had never crossed T'Pol of Vulcan.
Unbeknownst to the other crewmembers, Archer had VIP access to everybody's restrooms.
Secretly, Archer loved watching the sexual escapades of the crew. Especially when it came to Trip and Mal.
"Dang it, I'm gonna regret waking up tomorrow with these stitches in my side and this hangover. Might as well live it up."
"I can't help but watch this show that Trip called 'Quantum Leap'. The main character looks like ME. AHAHAHA. Steward! MORE ALCOHOL."
"Good lord, Malcolm fell for the flaming bag of poo prank...wait till Trip hears about this. This is the BEST April Fools Day EVER!"
Archer thought he was having the last laugh as he watched T'Pol get executed, but unfortunately, he didn't know that Sato had poisoned his drink, Major Reed had rigged the door to kill him when it opened, and Tucker was about to short out his console.
T'Pol accidentally stumbled upon Trip's stash of Maxim magazines. And couldn't help but stare at the scantily clad women on the covers.
"Must...not...ogle...Trip's...underwear...Must...stay...calm..."
"Why is there a blinking light in this box?"
Unfortunately, T'Pol opened Reed's secret weapons cache and activated the self destruct sequence.
"Must find a place to hide my secret snapshots of the men in decon. Especially those of Lieutenant Stinky."
As T'Pol looked into the mirror, she wasn't happy that her wig was falling off. If the human crew found out that she was actually bald they wouldn't stop talking about it until Enterprise blew up.
Unfortunately, Trip failed Sneaking and Hiding 101 at the Academy. T'Pol had to remind him that ducking behind any cover was also a step in the hiding process.
T'Pol: The danger is over, Commander.
Trip: *shaking* Mal...Mal's gone mad! He's stalking the corridors! SAVE US T'POL! SAVE US FROM THE DEMOLITION MAN!
Trip decided that the best place to hide from the Borg would be the hydroponics bay. Reluctantly, T'Pol had to agree.
Trip: "How did you know I was here?"
T'Pol: "I can see your hair over the bushes."
T'Pol wasn't too happy that she was called into the hydroponics bay only to find out that Hoshi and Mayweather had set up Trip and her on a date. As she scowled she was devising ways to make the Ensigns wish they had never crossed T'Pol of Vulcan.
Unbeknownst to the other crewmembers, Archer had VIP access to everybody's restrooms.
Secretly, Archer loved watching the sexual escapades of the crew. Especially when it came to Trip and Mal.
"Dang it, I'm gonna regret waking up tomorrow with these stitches in my side and this hangover. Might as well live it up."
"I can't help but watch this show that Trip called 'Quantum Leap'. The main character looks like ME. AHAHAHA. Steward! MORE ALCOHOL."
"Good lord, Malcolm fell for the flaming bag of poo prank...wait till Trip hears about this. This is the BEST April Fools Day EVER!"
Archer thought he was having the last laugh as he watched T'Pol get executed, but unfortunately, he didn't know that Sato had poisoned his drink, Major Reed had rigged the door to kill him when it opened, and Tucker was about to short out his console.
This is the way I see things 
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T'Pol: "Commander Tucker is a suitable for this Pon Farr. Now where is he?"
T'Pol: "Hurry up, Commander Tucker. It is of utmost importance that your clothes come off as quickly as possible..."
Trip: "There's no rush, T'Pol, now put that phase pistol down - okay, okay, I'm takin' mah clothes off, see, look at the zipper go down..."
*Man, I don't know how those Vulcans can keep a straight face when it comes to sex. Or is she in awe of my finely toned bod?* "Hold these boxers for me, will ya?"
Archer: "I knew that the multi-camera surveillance system that Lieutenant Reed installed for me would come in handy. Man, if we had a record for the fastest time for taking off one's clothes, T'Pol just won it hands down! This beats pay-per-view anytime."
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T'Pol: "Commander Tucker is a suitable for this Pon Farr. Now where is he?"
T'Pol: "Hurry up, Commander Tucker. It is of utmost importance that your clothes come off as quickly as possible..."
Trip: "There's no rush, T'Pol, now put that phase pistol down - okay, okay, I'm takin' mah clothes off, see, look at the zipper go down..."
*Man, I don't know how those Vulcans can keep a straight face when it comes to sex. Or is she in awe of my finely toned bod?* "Hold these boxers for me, will ya?"
Archer: "I knew that the multi-camera surveillance system that Lieutenant Reed installed for me would come in handy. Man, if we had a record for the fastest time for taking off one's clothes, T'Pol just won it hands down! This beats pay-per-view anytime."
Thanks for the win. I believe it's my first here, although I was a bit embarrassed to use that caption.
Archer: "That baby gazelle? The next day I tracked it down, shot the little fucker, and had gazelle steaks for dinner. And I'd do it again."
Archer: "That baby gazelle? The next day I tracked it down, shot the little fucker, and had gazelle steaks for dinner. And I'd do it again."
"Curious.
It appears Commander Tucker just sent me a deceptive file link.
I've been Rick Rolled."
TRIP:"Alright...but make it quick.
Malcolm's comin' back in a few minutes and I lose the bet if he sees us."
"Damn TheraFlu crap.
Tastes the way it looks."
T'Pol learned the hard way:
Upload hardcore interspecies erotica AWAY from prying eyes.
"Hey...check me out...
It's my Dean Martin impression.
JERRY...NOW, COME ON JERRY...
FRANK...SAMMY...FELLAS!
No?
Damn. Thought it was gonna be gold."
TRIP:"No good, T'Pol.
None of this is any good.
You can't SMOKE any of this crap."
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