TNG Caption This #192: Holiday Spirit

[LeadHead]

Welcome aboard the Enterprise, after a week of switching jobs, Worf made drinks at Datas Station, Riker accidentally transported, a parallel universe into the corridor and Beverly became proficient at back rubs. Time to say hello to some winners!

First the "Well it worked in Spock's Brain" Award, goes to:

Worf was not happy with his Christmas gift from the rest of the crew, a remote-control Captain Picard.

Next, the "Well, none of these people will be on speaking terms tomorrow" Award goes to:

Worf: Look at me, I'm Data! I am an android! I do not have emotions! I cannot understand humor! Blah blah blah!

Picard: Hey, I'm Commander Riker! Lemme just prop my leg up on your console so you can get a whiff of my nuts!

Riker: Ooh, I'm Captain Picaaahhhhd. Watch me frown disapprovingly at my subordinates! Ha! I'm so British! Er, French...

Guy at Tactical: Grrr, I'm Worf! I'm such a bad-ass except I get beat up every other week! Q'apla!

Next: the "Thanks for the Warning" Award:

Officer at Tactical: "*snicker* Better knock it off, Beverly...before you activate his 'manual steering column'!"

Next, the "So long, sucker" award goes to:

One of the perks of the command branch was the executive marble spacer you could place between yourself and less desirable crew members.

Next, the "Commander Sonak" Award goes to

Riker's first attempt at the transporter driving test didn't turn out well

Now for the special awards:

First, the "Operations Panel for Dummies" Award goes to:

Computer Voice: "ACCESS DENIED"

AH AH AH! You didn't say the magic word
AH AH AH! You didn't say the magic word
AH AH AH! You didn't say the magic word

Worf: PLEASE!!!!! I hate this hacker crap!

Then we have our Photoshop award, we had a lot of great photshop entries this time around, fantastic work guys. Kudos! A little hint about the judge though, he's not a pig fan of poo.

Our winner is:

And this one, just gets award for awesomeness:

Meetings can be a great time for a nap...
(watch Worf)

Congratulations to all of our winners!

On we go, this contest will run a week, however I make no guarantees that I will have time to set up a new one until next Sunday due to the holiday.

Happy Holidays everyone!

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: Could I get a hand over here? This Book is freaking heavy!

Worf: These phasers have been re-tuned.

Shelby: So they're more powerful?

Worf: No.

Crusher: They're more effective against the Borg?

Worf: No.

Data: What is it then?

Worf: They now get AM and FM radio.

Data: Happy Birthday Worf. I saw you getting beaten up by Romulans last week and was inspired to make a painting.

Q's gifts to the crew turned awkward when he gave Data and Tasha Champagne hoping to see them hook up.

Riker: Do you know what this is?

Kasago: Nope.

Riker: Okay, the Ferengi don't know either. Let's go find a Gorn Ship.

 

[Mojochi]

Hey! Thanks for the win!

Picard Dreamt of having a uniform with pockets.... Really big pockets

It's functional again. A little too much lubricant clogging up the circuitry

Worf: Can I kill someone with it?

Data: I suppose it is possible

Worf: Good enough

*Insert Obligatory J.J. Abrams lens flare joke here*

Riker: You've one first place in this years Captain Picard Day. It's a dead ringer

 

[Gepard]

Five seconds later....

 

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Re: TNG Caption This #192: Holiday Love Spirit

 

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YAAAH! More Tron...!!!!!

 

[Smellincoffee]

Picard: ....replace my library with a Kindle collection?
Wesley, brightly: Could save you space, sir. They're well-lit, easy to use --
Picard, coldly: Get off my ship.

Riker: Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well. You were a clown, you were a kidder.
Ferengi: ...eh?
Riker, quickly: Mr. Worf -- fire.

Riker wasn't the only Enterprise officer who knew the value of being well-versed in the Bard.

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Picard: "You haven't read Shakespeare until you read him in the original jive."

 

[Ayelbourne]

Ferengi: AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH! MY EYE! PUT IT BACK! PUT IT BACK!

 

[Finn]

Picard: THERE ARE FOUR ACTS!

Shelby: Do you remember how to use phasers, Worf?

Worf: *thinking* I hope he didn't paint himself nude like he did for Geordi and Tasha

Picard (OS): THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS!

 

[bullethead]

Picard: Um... I already have the eBook.

Worf: We ran out of the new phasers, so here's one of the old dustbusters.
*Everyone else snickers*

Even in the 24th century, horrible gift wrap lives on.

Starfleet's experimental lightsabers were quite underwhelming.

The Ferengi were less than impressed by Federation DVR technology.

When in doubt, blame Wesley.

Wesley: My eyes are closed sir.
Picard: Good. Here's your gift Wesley. *Runs out to the turbolift*

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Thanks for the win!

Data: "The girls and I went in together and got you a set of thongs."

 

[tharpdevenport]

Left over residule "Awesome" from shaking hands with William Shatner.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Data: "Q is mischievously swapping our hands amongst us. I appear to have Worf's."
Worf: "And I have Data's!"
Yar: "And I have Geordi's! Ew! Who knows where that's been!"

 

[LeadHead]

Worf: (whispering to Data) Don't worry, I rigged Shelby's phaser to blow up. If we don't rescue Picard, the First Officers job is all yours!

 

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Part 2:

 

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Part 3:

 

[Gary7]

Thanks for the Photoshop win, Leadhead!

Worf: "Lt. Shelby, I detect you may need these: a box of field tampons."

Data: "Happy Birthday, Worf! I bet you cannot guess what it is."
Worf: "It looks to be... another one of your paintings."
Data: "Wrong! It is a giclee print. No paints involved at all. In fact on board the Enterprise, we have an interest array of printers that--"
Worf: "--ok, ok, I'll take it! Thank you, Data.... I think."

Data: "Well, it looks like O'Brien did it again. One arm missing."

Ferengi: "You took my toy! I want it back, now hewmaaaan!"

 

[LeadHead]

Data: I think you will like this. I painted your expression after Alexander hit you with a water balloon.

 

[Gary7]

The Ferengi couldn't believe what Riker held in his hand. It was the Grand Nagus of all jawbreakers, the candy of Shangri-la! He knew he must have it at all costs, Rules of Acquisition be damned.