Contest: ENTER DS9 CapCon 152: Big Brother Is Watching You

[Smellincoffee]

Welcome back, everyone!

Laura Cynthia Chamber's Escort Mission

Sloan: "I'm thirsty."
Bashir: "Again?"

Triskelion's "Dark Knight"

Kira: Odo's Goth Phase. <changes slide>

JirinPanthosa "If You're Going to Stab Me in the Back, Do It to my Face"

THIRD: Look, we're dancing around the topic here. The Vorta is a wuss who doesn't want us to all murder him so he's ordering us to our deaths. You're the winner here, why are you complaining about this?

LeadHead's "Knock on Wood"

Mission Log: Miles O'Brien. It's beginning to look like a mistake for me to have come on this mission with 4 crew no one has ever met before and two recurring characters. On the plus side, I think I have the best shot of getting out of here alive!

And now, let us stare at people staring at people!

 

[Smellincoffee]

Keiko: There! You see! Frame 3940, Miles's head turns to look at a woman passing by! HE'S HAVING AN AFFAIR.
Sisko: <sigh> Two problems. One, that's not evidence of an affair. Two, it's still not grounds for a dishonorable disharge.
Keiko: I just want off this station.

Jadzia: Stumped over a mysterious alien parasite, Julian?
Bashir: Do you know this person? Why would they send me a friend request?
Jadzia: Pretty girl, new profile, no background information, only a few male friends -- all recently added. Do you need genetic modifications to do the math here?

 

[Mr Soak]

Jadzia: Oh, 4 down... "goldfish."
Julian: It's a Magic Eye. Thanks for ruining my concentration.

 

[JirinPanthosa]

QUARK (Thinking): You know what would make this game more entertaining? If instead of aiming for small targets in a closed room, you were trying to hit the ball past each other.

KEIKO: You see! That can't really be Miles! Miles is looking at porn! He hasn't done that since I told him not to!

BASHIR (Thinking): This is a good place to look over people's private health data.

 

[Triskelion]

T4TW, Smellincoffee!

Quark: Well, Odo, as it turns out there is no Commissioner of Doucheball from whom to get express written consent! So the joke's on you! And the douches, obviously.

Keiko: You called me all the way up here to do your tech support?? And you're running Windows IE 6??

Bashir: ................... Is that a preganglionic fiber or a post-ganglionic nerve?
Dax: Or is it a spaghetti noodle?
Bashir: ...................
Dax: Or spaghettini?
Bashir: ..................... I hate you.

 

[Smellincoffee]

Keiko: HEADSHOT!
Sisko: Anyone can camp.

Bashir: What color is this dress to you?
Jadzia: Julian, it's been three hunded and sixty years. No one knows.

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

Thanks for the win! (Sometimes it's just that simple)

Jadzia: "You can't learn how to facepalm by reading a book, Julian. It's intuitive."

Keiko: "Okay, there's a blue squiggly thing chasing a bunch of round yellow things, and a stripey orange thing exploding..."
Sisko: "According to the Rohrschach test, you have no imagination."

 

[Finn]

Keiko: See, he has been running a holoprogram set in the Korean War. He plays a guy named Klinger. Julian knows nothing about it but I think he has a fantasty wife.

Jadzia: What is it this time?

Bashir: He's a hologram. I'm not sure how to tell Miles after what happened last week.

Jadzia: Yeah, being an android was a bit too much to take in...

 

[LeadHead]

Quark: And now we're getting back to the action of Doctor Bashir and Chief O'Brien looking for where where the ball went...

Bashir: I think we're being watched.

O'Brien: I'm used to that feeling.

Keiko: Computer, pause. Do you see it?

Sisko: I can't believe it. The Umpire blew the call at the plate and I missed it!

 

[Tenacity]

Keiko: You called me all the way up here to do your tech support?

Sisko: "You're from East Asia right?
Keiko: "I am so out of here."

 

[Nerys Myk]

QUARK: . We accept latinum, Quatloos, Leks, Darseks, Isiks and Litas. And remember all bets are final

 

[YJAGG]

Welcome back, everyone!

Oh it's you Sloane, I thought you were a pile of rumbled uniforms ...whew

Excuse me is this Babylon 5?

Temba, his arms open...
I am not Picard

No Nog, you may set up an auction for the Dax symbiote

Dr. Bashir has the strangest holosuite programs, computer run Olivia Newton John 2

I love watching Deepspace on Netfilx

See you look just like Gabriel Bell

Is that Keiko, hosting a Mahjong progam?

 

[Bad Thoughts]

Quark: The rules are simple. Two men enter, Chief O'Brien leaves. Unless Doctor Bashir has an advantage we don't know about.
Bashir, to himself:This is going to be tougher than the preganglionic fiber thing.

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

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And now, let us stare at people staring at people!

Yes, let's.

Keiko: "I tell you, we're being watched!"
Sisko: "*sigh* For the last time, Mrs. O'Brien, nobody's..."
Keiko: "I'm not crazy!"
Watcher: "Curses. She's on to me..."

 

[Ithekro]

Bashir: ................... Is that a preganglionic fiber or a post-ganglionic nerve?
Dax: Or is it a spaghetti noodle?
Bashir: ...................
Dax: Or spaghettini?
Bashir: ..................... I hate you.

Dax: No you don't
Bashir: You've been watching 21st century British science fiction again.
Dax: No, I've met many Doctors in my many lives.

 

[Smellincoffee]

New contest by Sunday!

 

[Bad Thoughts]

Sisko: There it is, Mrs. O'Brien. The Chief ejected the pod before going to red alert, and Quark died.
Keiko: Good!

 

[Qonundrum]

Bashir: "Not tonight dear, I have a headache."

Quark: "I hate having to be a Hollywood f/x maker. Trying to align my graphics into the red and green markers without going over the actors is a chore and nobody believes the CGI looks real anyway, why can't they make more sets?"

Because, in the 24th century, the possibility exists for consecutive runtime to reach 9615:28:25.99 and Keiko's got enough coffee to keep up.

Keiko: "Oooh, that's huge!!"
Sisko: "No Keiko, that's just bad CGI. The shadow behind the building doesn't begin to match up."

Bashir: "What did my ex say about me this time?"
Dax: "Don't bother to stalk, you already know he's a filthy liar and any mutual friends who didn't ask you about anything are just as much pathetic degenerate inhuman losers and it'll look bad if you stand up for yourself. Here, let me show you something that will brighten your day... consider it payment for my reading over your shoulder, but I'll want payment for giving you free psych advice for 5 cents. You do know that before Curzon I was Lucy, yes?"
Bashir: "Good grief..."

 

[Bad Thoughts]

Dax: Slash fic? Of me and Lenara ... and Nog?