Contest: ENTER VGR Caption Contest #219: Fun with Nazis

Welcome to the all new Star Trek Voyager Caption Contest!

Here are the winners of the last contest..

The Captain's Choice Award goes to @Qonundrum with:


Third Prize goes to @Captain pl1ngpl0ng with:
meanwhile.....
Seven wakes up from a nightmare


it was something about Riker and his finger...


Second prize goes to @LeadHead with..

Security Chief's Log: Captain Janeway is concerned about the Doctors passion for this investigation. She insisted that I "look over his shoulder." I am uncertain what I am expected to accomplish by doing this.

And the winner is @Tenacity with..

And once again Commander Riker falls for the old super glue on the fore-finger trick.

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Here're th' new pictures:











Bonus Picture:

 

JANEWAY: Class? I want you to meet our new Principal.



HIROGEN: Nothing personal against you, human, but I'd much rather enjoy this dinner date with Vosk.



TORRES: I'll have a blood wine. Easy on the platelets.



Meet Seven of Nine. The ultimate Deflector DIsh.



THE DOCTOR: It takes one hundred-eighty two licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.




Charlie Brown enters the Nexus...

 

JANEWAY: There's something about a man in uniform.



HIROGEN: What am I supposed to do with this?
NAZI: I could offer a suggestion.



Unfortunately the producers decided not to go with the new season three uniforms.



PICARD: Owing to Covid-19 this family will need to dispurse and cease being joyful.

 

Thanks for the win!
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Tuvok: "B'Elanna, are you a fan of the 20th century Earth group 'The Cowsills'?
Torres: "What?"
Tuvok: "I apologize. I was hoping the name of the archaic musicians' group would ring a bell, proverbially speaking."

 

Hirogen: "Say, you know we're in a bluescreen environment and conditioning the crew to see what they want, but do you want to know what I'm really holding and what's behind me?"

OId WW2 dude: "I already know. It's filthy, and why didn't you invite me sooner because I already go there to do that thrice every week?"

 

HIROGEN: I'll make a giraffe out of this baguette if it's the last thing I do!

 

The Christmas Tree was taken aback by Picard's claim that it's a wooden actor.

 

PICARD: I hope there's a Milton-Bradley Star Bird under the tree this year.

 

HIROGEN: You're thinking of brushing my head with olive oil again, aren't you? No soup for you!

 

As soon as Picard was distracted by giving one of his long plotting speeches, the shape-shifting assassian quietly move up behind him.

 

HIROGEN: You know your planet has by far the most ****ed up history, right?
JANEWAY: Oh yeah.



NAZI: All french bread must be destroyed and cleansed from the bread gene pool!
HIROGEN: Because it's not German?
NAZI: No, because it's annoyingly hard crusted and unpleasant to eat.



SEVEN: Strange. I'm had the sudden urge to wear uncomfortable and nonfunctional clothing just because it shows off my features more.
HIROGEN: She's starting to remember!



DOC: Seven, I'm from the future. Lots of people you care about are dead and everything is dark.
SEVEN: Do I still wear the catsuit?
DOC: No.
SEVEN: Finally a positive vision of the future!

Bonus Picture:


PICARD: Get rid of this nonsense. Evolved humans have no need for Christmas cheer!

 

Hirogen: Where's the beef?!!!!

 

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Hirogen: So ... bread and maggots?
Officer: Well you know, "French food."

 

Hirogen Nazi: Where'd th' cheese go?
Rick Janeway: I don't know!

 

PICARD: My love, did you hide phasers under every piece of furniture in the house for me?

 

Picard: The tree is crooked.

[comic beat]

Picard: Christmas is canceled. Take it and the presents outside and burn them.

 

The catering at the Trump rally was a bit disappointing.

 

Tuvock: So, we meet again, only last time I was but a learner, now I am the master.
Torres: Not this shit again.

 

Picard: Science bless us. Every one.

 

Q! What have you done with Cmdr. Riker?!
Tree: Right here, Captain.