Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #507: The Search for Q's Powers

Hello everyone! Apologies for the slowness on winners being announced for the last two contests!

Being sick slowed me down significantly, and this weekend there was no opportunity to catch up because I had the great opportunity to go see these people:



I know the picture is not the clearest, but that's the fantastic panel I saw yesterday with from left to right, William Shatner, Brent Spiner, Gates McFadden, Jonathan Frakes, Denise Crosby, Marina Sirtis & Robert O'Reilly.

Thank you for your patience. I'm leaving this part of the post blank so I can fill in winners as I have time this week.

 

Troi: (thinking) I swear if that's somebody else materializing on the bridge stark naked-

Q: Red Alert.

Troi: Curses!



Picard: What's going on?

Riker: LeadHead is trying to put pictures bright enough to not need to be adjusted in the contest.



Q: What's your diagnosis, Doctor?

Crusher: The Captain's right jab has improved.



Q2: You'll only be let into the Continuum again if you agree to send Picard and his crew on a Robin Hood Adventure.



Q: Any requests?

Worf: Leave.

 

Worf: So that's what was shining out of the captains backside.



Picard: There are four lights!



Crusher: I'm sorry, it's fatal.

Q: My cough?

Crusher: Life.



Here we have Q and Q2 discussing Picard's starship envy.



Q: Hey, look, Riker. I can stand like that, too!

 

PICARD: Timbuk 3 was right.

 

Q: Sorry Picard. The Continuum's replacing Starfleet with a chain of El Toritos.

 

Crusher: He's suffering from obscureferencitis. I'm detecting traces of a recent New Wave gag interacting with a Geraldine residue.


Q: I'm crushing your head!
Q: Sorry, I've been inoculated against that sort of thing.

 

Riker - "The Gremlins will be no more... the entire ship has been flooded with BRIGHT LIGHT! BRIGHT LIGHT!!"



Crusher - "Your fashion sense is definitely terminally ill..."



Q - "There are no walls in space to keep us out!!"

 

Q - "I'm simply responding to the fans repeated observations that it's nothing but classical and jazz on this show."

 

CRUSHER: What happened?
DATA: The Captain tricked him into making a boulder so heavy he couldn't lift it.

 

Q: Oh, I'll shove it where the sun don't shine, Picard! I'll shove it so hard!

Troi: Captain! It's as if a thousand fan-fic writers just squeed so hard it's ripped a hole in the space time continuum!

Riker: I've been there...



Picard: Bridge to Data, analysis.

Data: It seems that we have crossed over into the Kelvin-Verse timeline.



Data: Doctor, did the Captain know that hydrospanners are not meant to be anally fitted?

Q: I don't think he cared.



Q2: Come on, I've found a new way to mess with the humans and it requires like, this much effort.

Q: I'm listening.

Q2: Okay, they are very attached to their legal system. I say we go back in time to the late 20th century when things were at their most litigious, then we set up shop in Los Angeles, where people are the most superficial. Then we become divorce lawyers and screw with the humans at the intersection of two of their most important tenants: the legal system and love, or more specifically what happens after the love is gone! it's perfect!

Q: Eh, maybe I'll drop by for a cameo.



Q: Just a taste of what would have happened had Hillary won the presidency in 2016. The taco bus on every corner would have evolved into a mariachi band on every bridge by the 24th Century.

 

Q: So what did they do to me, Doctor?

Crusher: I am not an expert for your species, but if I read this correctly, your powers were removed along with your funny bone.

Q: That could explain why I have become so puny.

 

Q: Red alert.
Troi: More like Vanilla alert.


Doc: Mmm - HM
Q: I'm a grower, not a shower.


Q: So I was just talking with the doctor....
Q: !@#$%^


Ship: VANILLA ALERT
Picard: We have got to start stocking loose fitting guest pants.
Riker: Yes sir but still low-cut ok


Q: Heeeee's baaaack!
Riker: Look at the size of that horn!
Picard: And as usual, dressed inappropriately!
Q: Hey - it was this or a kilt and bagpipes!
Picard: - and dressed appropriately! Kudos!

 

Riker: Bridge to all hands! Brace yourself for a barrage of Abrams lens flare references.


Captain's Log: Q has returned. I don't know where to begin.

 

Riker: Oh, no, not Q again...

Troi: *giggles* Look how small it is!



Picard: Well I'll be damned, there really are five lights...



Q: These clothes are horrible. You wouldn't be able to get Garak for me would you?

Crusher: Who?

Q: Sorry, wrong show...



Q: I don't need to hear it from you. I was well and truly humiliated on the bridge thank you very much.



Picard: Splendid, the mariachi band I ordered is here. Time to begin our mexican fiesta deck party!

Riker: Uh, sir, that was last week. Our next party is caribbean island theme...

Picard: Blast!

 

Data: "Is it as I suspected Doctor?"
Beverly: "Yep, it's the old super-glue on the console trick."



Worf: "IMMIGRATION !!!"
Band: "Ay caramba."

 

Q: Janeway told me the real reason why she turned you down.

 

Q: Thank you ladies and gentlemen. And now, for our next number, Nightbird. And a one, and a two....
Riker: I loathe him.

 

Q2 - "the shuttle bay door"
Q - "What of it?"
Q2 (in Don Adams voice) "missed it by that much"

 

PICARD: "We're going to build a wall and make Q pay for it!"


Q: *finger snap* "Warp Core breach!!"
Data: "Q, may I remind you that your powers have been removed?"
Q: *finger snap* "Toaster!!"
Data: "That didn't work either."
Q: *death glare*