Caption Contest 38: split ur genes

[Triskelion]

Well that's another contest whose time has come and gone like an Enterprise Helmsman action figure ripped out of the package and tossed into the cat bowl.

In the interest of correct moral development here at the TheTrekBBS, here is a Public Service Announcement:

And now....

First Image:

Archer: "Someone rescue Travis, Chef put him in the microwave again."

Second Image:

Phlox (reads): "Damage report following Friday Night's Breakout from Sickbay: Between them, the Altairian marsupial and the Pyrithian bat have utterly ruined Captain Archer's best shirt- I'm so sorry-, dirtied Hoshi Sato's quarters- oh dear-, chewed through the plasma conduits on C-deck- shocking-, and devoured our last vegetable supplies- well, Subcommander, I don't know what to say- As for the Regulan Blood Worms...my god...I never thought them capable"

T'Pol: "I'm here to take the worms into custody, Doctor. Ambassador Soval is still gibbering".

Phlox (grimly): "Do as you must, subcommander".

Third Image:

Archer: I forgot to wear pants again didn't I?

T'Pol: You also forgot to put on underwear as well.

'Chop Shop Award:

ARCHER: How long did you say this scan would take?

T'POL: Can't it wait Captain? My stories are on.

So let's all give an Andorian feeler shake to Kirby, Deranged Nasat, captain crow, Nerys Myk! Great job and thanks from all of us for your continued disturbance!


Due to budget cuts this week's prizes were outsourced overseas:

Congratulations Posters! You win (ahem):


This thing...

And this thing...

(I've fired that contractor and I'll be paying for the prizes out of pocket from now on, with what I earn as a Fine Lint Dealer).


Well, now that that's all sorted, let's bring out next week's accident:

The next contest is from Divergence, in which we see Trip doing his 2001 bit, a Vulcan conga line, and the captain on the receiving end of a well-placed Denobulan jab:

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Pass the chest wax!

 

[Kirby]

To honor the 200th anniversary of Michael Jackson's death, the Enterprise crew reinacts his famous Thriller dance

Phlox: Not to worry. You may feel a little prick.
Archer: Hee hee, that's what Trip told T'Pol last night!
Phlox: Oh grow up!



***Whoot! Thanks for the win Triskelion ***

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

"My God! It's full of shit!"

T'Pol: "There you go. Do not say I do not make sacrifices for our relationship. Now do not ask me for a threesome again."

Phlox: "Now just bear with this a little longer Captain, one quick prick, and I'll give you something sweet to suck on."
Archer: "Uh, uh! The last time I fell for that line from the family doctor, I spent ten years in therapy."

 

[SFRabid]

Coming soon to a theater near you...

ENTERPRISE, the Musical

 

[cooleddie74]

Orgies on 22nd century Starfleet ships sufferered from repeated loss of intertial damping.

PHLOX:"It's Cialis, Captain.

You're going to need more than just some cranial ridges to keep up with that horny and fit bastard Antaak back there!!"

 

[cooleddie74]

TRIP:"Quick...into the garbage finale, flygirls!!"

 

[Deranged Nasat]

Thanks for the win!

Intercom (Archer's voice): "And if I find he and Erika have been at it while he's over there..."

(T'Pol): "Indeed, captain. Indeed"

Trip pauses.

Antaak: "That there hypospray is known as Old Faithful. Pride of the Klingon Empire. Fleet Admiral Krell wielded it through 12 campaigns, and always with honour. Yes, every night he would gloriously shove it up back and do valiant battle with those cowardly and dishonourable piles. Oh don't worry, I wiped it with a cloth before we injected you".

 

[cooleddie74]

TRIP:"This is the LAST damn time I'm rushing to get the ship's trash out before the warp scow shows up for weekly pickup!!!"

ARCHER:"Not too much.

I still want to be able to blink."

 

[cooleddie74]

Trip took advantage of every excuse...no matter how contrived and lame...to breakdance with the ladies on the ship.

 

[Deranged Nasat]

Trip: "Now, let's just- oh God, oh God, a spider!".
Crewman: "Ew, ew, ew, ew....."
Trip: "No, no don't let it get into the air vents, don't let it touch me!...T'Pol, it's headed your way now!"
T'Pol: "There is no fear, there is no fear, there is no fear....fear is illogical....

 

[Captain Crow]

Thanks for picking me as one of the winners Triskelion.

Trip: Cap'n I think I'm starting to leap!

Worst conga line ever.

Trinneer: Outa my shot bitches!

Phlox: This should help suppress your over acting for a few minutes.

 

[Mistral]

Archer: "That better not be morphine again! That crap made me sick for a week!"

Phlox: "Relax, Captain, it's not morphine!" *pssssst* "It's heroin."

 

[Triskelion]

Did I leave the radio on?

T'Pol: I don't think we're going to make the Olympic bobsledding trials.
Trip: Hard to port! Hard to port!

Archer: No ouchie.
Antaak <muttering>: Jerks. And their foreheads look like a fanny.

 

[SilentP]

Maybe popping the hood wasn't such a good idea...

 

[Mistral]

"WTF?!? See if I closed the trunk, my ass!"

 

[Finn]

Trip learns that you don't get fireworks when you have sexual relations with a Vulcan.

 

[Skywalker]

Trip: "Aw, crap. They've gone to plaid!"

 

[Rat Boy]

In the future, flying coach progressively got worse.

 

[cooleddie74]

"Here, Captain...for your stress and troubles...tie one off!

It's a little hair of the targ that bit you!!"

 

[cooleddie74]

"DAMN....

Those sunnuvabitches were right...this no-frills warp shuttle service DOES blow!!"