Howlin' Technologically Illiterate Murdock
TNG Caption This #155 - "Twist and Shout"
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Howlin' Technologically Illiterate Murdock
Reg: I, uh, beamed your three musketeers directly into your colon, Chief.
Miles: Ok Reg. Now beam my excess fat to the usual place.
Reg: Yes sir. But don't you think Commander Riker will notice his ass...ballooning, sir?
Miles: <snort>
Barclay: Why is your terminal patched in to the internal sensors in my quarters?
O'Brien: I um... think... uh *coughs* Chief Brossmer was on duty before me... It must have been her.
Barclay: You've been on duty for four hours now...
O'Brien: ... I um... didn't notice it...
Reg: No Miles, I don't have any files of Troi anyplace.
Miles: (underbreath) *Cough* Bullshit, check the Holo logs asshole.
Reg: Come on riker, put um up, we'll settle this like men you candy ass... One on one, mano e mano, face to face.
Riker (off screen) are you threatening me reg:
Reg: Bet your ass, i am gonna knock your fucking block off sparky.
Riker: (off camera laughing histerically)
Reg: You are a pussy Riker, at least i didn't fuck up my relationship with Troi and can't get any sex with anything but the green broad!
Riker (off camera ) HEY!
Reg: "How long will this contest run? Been a long time."
O'Brien: "Snurf."
Barclay: "Oh, I loved Thundercats!"
O'Brien: "That's 'Snurf,' you idiot, not 'Snarf.'"
Barclay: "Chief."
O'Brien: "All, right, Lieutenant Idiot."
REG:"T-t-t-that's funny.
I...I keep trying to upload the coordinates from the surface. But this music video with a pale English man dancing and singing about 'Never Giving Me Up' keeps appearing instead."
Reg's recovery from holoaddiction went well...until he became hooked on drunken shadow boxing.
MILES:"That, uh...
That's the control to beam your own pants out into space, Reg."
REG:"N-n-n-n-no wonder I just felt...felt a draft."
Barclay: Which of these buttons ends the contest and starts a new one?
O'brien: Shit if I know.
[Barclay presses a button and the lights go out]
Barclay: It's not that one.
Barclay: W-Which of these c-controls can f-fix Nemesis, Miles?
O'Brien: *sadly* I'm afraid it's a lost cause, Reg...
Barclay: Where the hell is my sombrero?!
(Oh, look, I'm behind the times. : D )
REG:"We h-h-have a transporter lock, Chief.
T-t-the box of...of sombreros will materialize in Cargo Bay Four!!"
Reg learned long, long ago in driving school.
Hands at ten and two.
Personality at zero.
o.0...what have I done?
Senor Barclay: "Ay, ay, ay!!! Joo will no treek me, Senor O'Brien!!!"
Senor O'Brien: "Que? How I try treek joo Senor Barclay?"
Senor Barclay: "Joo try to treek me like Kleengon!!"
Senor O'Brien: "A Kleengon treek joo, Senor Barclay?"
Senor: Barclay: Si! Senor Worf, he ask me eef I wan to eeat the worm too... I no fall for that again!!!"
