caption contest 47: shut your mouth

[Triskelion]

It's time to put the baby hortas to bed, contest's over.
Tough, tough contest to decide. Either I'd only award one winner for each image or I'd have to award ten. Everyone who played, well done any one of them could have won.

And now for a Public Service Announcement:

And now...

First Image:

Archer: "Commander, where is your cap.
Trip: "I lost it."
Mayweather: cough (Ebay) cough.

Second Image:

Reed: "T'Pol, you got some 'splaining to do."
T'Pol "Waaaaaahhhhh!"

Chop 'Shop Award:
(a tag team effort)

ARCHER: Archer to Enterprise.

We need a little help down here, Subcommander. Trip is using an old-style analog camera and our ship is equipped ONLY for digital processing.

Work on a solution...then get back to us!

T'POL: Problem solved.

All our winners are perennial favorites in the winner's circle, SFRabid always making with the funny, Vulcan Under Mistletoe (Laughing Vulcan) who can point at the fence where he's going to hit it, Cooleddie74 who is so cool he doesn't even comment in threads dedicated to him, and Nerys Myk our resident mad photoshopper who will make you question whose reality is better! Great job guys!


Congratulations to all the winners!

The Enterprise Forum is proud to present our winners with the all-purpose alien skull-crushing device and captioning award, The Zephy:

SFRabid

Vulcan Under Mistletoe

Nerys Myk

cooleddie74

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Our next contest features screencaps from two of our favorite universes that never happend, Mirror Darkly and TATV. The bonus shot would never have happened on The Pegasus:

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Now make with the Valentines!

 

[Nerys Myk]

T'PL (thinking) I was going to ask whats in the containers, but then I remembered I'm in cooleddie's quarters.

REED: Come on Captain, can't I eat just one?

RIKER: A little help here.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Riker: "DEANNA! Oh gee. This is embrassing. I thought I locked the holodeck doors..."

Troi: "Tell me you haven't got your zipper caught on yet another inanimate object.

What was the last one called? Oh yes, now I remember..."

Riker: "I'll be right with you. Just give me a Minuet."

Troi: "You'll hump anything won't you?"

 

[Mach5]

REED: How come JJ Abrams got the iBrige, and we got stuck on this piece of sh#t?

 

[ChristopherPike]

T'Pol had known the Enterprise's Chef for such a long time, she immediately saw through the imposter before her.

For one thing, his traditional white hat wasn't the only thing standing to attention.

 

[ChristopherPike]

"I'm locked out! I need the security code. Anyone got James Cawley's cell phone number?"

 

[nil_jones]

T'PL (to herself) Half and Half, or non-dairy creamer?.

REED: So in the future, tactical consoles have a Sega Genesis installed but the only game is Columns? No, thank you.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

T'Pol: "You put Vulcan aphrodisiacs in my tea? *grins* Why, Hoshi Sato, you devious little slut!"

Archer: "Let this be a lesson to you! You'll wear that red shirt until you learn some manners! If you last that long!"

Lwaxana Troi's voice (from inside closet): "No, I wasn't calling for you, Little One. I was just commenting on the size of Commander Riker's appendage."

 

[Gil T.Azell]

T'Pol: "I asked for Tea Earl Grey hot, not this hot CoCo"

REED: "Hoshi went to T'Pol quarters, something about her having a cup.."

 

[Gepard]

"Why does it look so...disco?"
"Oi! Listen in the year 2260, this was cutting-edge!"

"I'll just slip out before they start film– oh, um, Marina, hi, didn't see you there."

 

[UssGlenn]

"If you call me Ensign Expendable one more time..."

"That's strange, I'm sure I could have fit through here this morning when I was talking to Admiral Pressman."

 

[Triskelion]

Hmm...blue plate special or chili?

Sorry sir. The deck ate your Alanis Morisette tape.

Will, there are no earthquakes on starships.

 

[Triskelion]

look for it...

 

[Nerys Myk]

T'POL: Since when is Chef a Fish-faced ass-wipe.

CHEF: Right here, I am standing.

DJ MALCONTENT: I dont take requests.

RIKER: Whew! Do not go in there!

 

[Gil T.Azell]

look for it...

 

[cooleddie74]

Did...

Did you SPIT in this?

Of course, sir. I ALWAYS murder the innocent before lunchtime...you know that.

FRAKES: Damn.

For a second I had hope it was all over.

 

[cooleddie74]

Admiral Cooleddie said WHAT about my buttocks?

And SOBER?!

 

[star]

"That's strange, I'm sure I could have fit through here this morning when I was talking to Admiral Pressman."

Best.Caption.EVER!

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Thanks for the win!

T'Pol: "Curious, is there Rohypnol in this?"
Reed: "Yes."
T'Pol: "Logic dictates that we should commence having sex, then."

Archer: "I've checked the inventory on this ship. There are 100 Gold shirts on this ship, 150 Blue shirts, and 29,000 Red shirts. Why would they need so many red shirts?"

Reed: "How the hell should I... Owwww! Damned board near electrocuted me."

Sirtis: "Try leaving your ego outside."
Frakes: "I'm not Shatner, I'm just fat."

 

[Triskelion]

T'Pol: What is that...nutmeg?
Chef: Brown sugar cinnamon.
T'Pol: Barbarians.

Ahead full impulse.
<Red alert sounds> Damn no labels.
Not that one. Impulse. Ahead full.
<a photon torpedo fires> Damn! No labels!
No! IMPULSE!
<Lights flash and speakers start playing Ghostbusters theme> Do you see any labels marked impulse, sir??
MR REED. AHEAD FULL IMPULSE NOW.
<Red alert sounds>
YOU ALREADY PRESSED THAT ONE!
Perhaps I should press them in order.
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES!!!

What's this sign on the door, Deanna? The one that says You Must Be This Thin To Ride?