I think Mr. Kyle/Cowl has had enough for one week, so let's start a new caption contest. First, it's time to take a drive with...
Next time, don't serve fish for dinner.
Somehow, this coming from someone with the word "Deranged" in their handle seems fitting...
Apparently, according to this Photoshop, Starfleet has a very progressive wellness program...
Congratulations to the winners. This week, McCoy swaps out the crew's allotment of Romulan ale with Windex and Spock really hopes he took his injections beforehand. Enjoy:

Next time, don't serve fish for dinner.
![]()
Spock: Captain, how long until we reach Starbase 47?
Kirk: I can't tell.
Spock: You can tell me, I'm your first officer.
Kirk: No, I mean I'm just not sure.
Spock: Can you not attempt a guess?
Kirk: Well, I think...not for another two hours.
Spock: You can't take a guess for another two hours?
Somehow, this coming from someone with the word "Deranged" in their handle seems fitting...
![]()
McCoy: "They're his tablets for Extreme Obsessive Compulsion. He lines them up in colour order before taking them".
Kirk: "And Leslie over there?"
McCoy: "His paranoia pills. He watches them very closely before eating them".
Apparently, according to this Photoshop, Starfleet has a very progressive wellness program...
![]()
McCoy: "I have to admit, Jim, he's got the hands of a surgeon."
Kirk: "Oh dear God..."
.
Congratulations to the winners. This week, McCoy swaps out the crew's allotment of Romulan ale with Windex and Spock really hopes he took his injections beforehand. Enjoy:

