Contest: ENTER ENT Caption Competition #109: Shuttlepod One One A

OK, I think that I'm now out of excuses. I've got familiar enough with the way the New TrekBBS System works that I shouldn't have weird formatting glitches. I've got access to my server that shouldn't have its annual registration glitch for another couple weeks. And I'm not caught up in a flurry of mostly competitive-pinball-related activity or work crises keeping me from doing the fun stuff. But first, the winners of the previous competition, which I didn't think was quite so many pictures of people putting things in their mouths when I selected the photos, but here goes:


Taking home the Fourth Largest Bottle of Bleu Cheese Salad Dressing I've Ever Seen is eyeresist with:



TRIP: Wow, those salt and pepper shakers are huge!



Our welcome reminder of STuff the Internet Went Crazy For A Couple Years Ago But We Forget Why is tharpdevenport:



When sharing a cell with Lt. David Hasselhoff and are hungry, it's vital to get to the food first, as he's already on the floor trying to eat.



Winning the 'I Just Today Learned Where The Word Riddle Came From' Award is Avro Arrow:



Phlox: ... and Archer was all like, "but we don't use money anymore". But I stuck to my guns, and I demanded that they pay me a regular celery!

T'Pol: I think you may want to resume your English lessons with Ensign Sato.



Winning the It's Always Crunch Time Friday Certificate of Workplace Appreciation is Finn:



Captain's Log: It has been a long day. Leaping around in the 1960s and 1970s, working for Murphy Brown, and being a cop that cooks and runs a bar in New Orleans. I think Daniels is getting in trouble with his superiors.[/QUOTE]



Reminding us all that Oh Yeah, This Is How It Works is LeadHead:



Phlox: You need more of these in your diet.

T'Pol: Then perhaps you could refrain from taking them off my plate.



Finn also takes home the Utility Outfielder Day Player Trophy:



Coombs: Which one am I today? Weyoun?
Braga: Shran
Coombs: Thanks. I hadn't had my coffee today.



Winning the Reader's Choice Award for Best Delta Vegan-Friendly Cuisine is Nerys Myk for a pair of things spotted:

SHRAN: Ooooh, an ice cream maker! Perhaps the pinkskins aren't such primitives after all.

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PHLOX: You're a Vulcan! Eating vegetables is pretty much it!


And just a note to folks not picked: you made someone's day with your captions. I don't know whose offhand, but someone's, and thank you for posting.

That done, let's see what merriment or silliness or the like can be done with two pictures of guys not taking showers. I give you a selection of screen grabs from Shuttlepod One:













Best of luck to everyone, and thank you for making these contests what they can be.

 

Thanks for the win!



Personal Log, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. November 9th, 2151. For some reason Commander Tucker believes that aiming a low powered laser at damaged circuits, he can fix things.



Trip: Engage!



Reed: We've got great selections for food. Spam, Spam and Potatoes with a side of Spam.



Reed: I much prefer the name "Stinky."

T'Pol steps back and starts to leave.

Reed: Is it something I said?

T'Pol: There is no logic in answering that question if you can not determine that for yourself.

 

"I said I'd 'Be in my bunk'! Knock first next time!"





Malcolm: "They ... they want to take my chair and use it as a ship in a TV series called 'Andromeda'."

 

Keating: I love the writers.

 

Blalock, thinking: I definitely should have gone for Broadway instead of Hollywood.


Reed, crooning: All of me....why not take all of me?



T'Pol: He is not unconscious. His lips widened as I approached to perform CPR.


Porthos was terrible at fetch.


Reed: I hear some woman screaming "Eyes in the dark, one moon circles" when you do that.

 

REED: Saturday Night Fever. Okay, now it's my turn.

 

Objection.

 

A scene so boring even the actors fell asleep?




TRIP: I think this is a communication from JJ Abrams, but I can't tell because of the ****ing lens flare.




TRIP: Look at the end of my finger! LOOK AT IT!!!




REED: I'll have you know that blow-drying one's lips is a part of every true gentleman's bathroom routine.

 

REED:That's insane. Why would anyone plant a spycam in there?

 

T'Pol: enjoy this Lieutenant. This is the most action you'll see in four years. And- it's a fantasy.

 

First look at the TATV script.
Trineer: Damn! I die!
Keating: Damn! I'm still a F$&@ing LIEUTENANT !

 

TRINNEER: The studio responded to our request for more heat on the soundstage.
KEATING: And?
TRINNEER: They said it was a choice between heat and these nifty hats!

 

Wang: How do you think I feel.

 

TRIP: "Hey Malcolm! Check this out ... (deeper voice) humans, I was once your leader but now I'm a pale cyborg creature with a freakin' laser beam attached to my head! We will take you over, opposition to being conquered would be silly ... heh heh, I crack myself up!"

REED: "You've been watching too much 20th Century sci-fi!"

 

"Starship Troopers 3...? Hmm, might pass the ti - HOLY HELL! Is that T'Pol?"

 

Malcolm : "One more letter to dictate. Let's see..who am I forgetting...?

Trip: (humming/singing)"Roxanne..you don't have to turn on the red light..."

Malcolm: "Ah ha! That's it! Roxanne! Did you know her too, Trip?"

 

HAL: I'm sorry, Trip. I'm afraid I can't do that.

 

Trip: "Damn it, Maclolm! Set a course! Second star to the right and straight on till morning!"

Malcolm: "Commander, I am NOT Peter Pan! We're doomed!"

 

Reed: Maybe if I keep my eyes closed this dream won't end

 

Trip: "Brother, when T'Pol finds out how well I can do The Hustle two hundred years later, she'll never think I'm a human dork ever again!"