TNG Caption This #165 - "The Droid Always Wins"

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That's all for contest #164, and it's time to announce [highlight]THE WINNERS!!![/highlight]

For the first image, we have:

Worf: "Captain Baldy over there is transferring O'Brien and I over to DS9."

Ro and Geordi: "Take Keiko, too! Take Keiko, too!"

And for the second,

DATA: "Think this is impressive? You should see what I can do playing poker........probably should not have said that."

With photoshop winner:

Growling Voiceover Guy: "Tonight's episode of Staaar Trek: TheNextGeneration is brought to you by Budweiser. Buuuudweiser, the King of Beeeeers!"

Well done to everyone who entered!!

This contest's images are as follows. MORBO DEMANDS CAPTIONS.

 

[Holdfast]

No, Geordi, a threesome is absolutely out of the question!

 

[Shatmandu]

Hey, a win! That's a nice gift!

Brahms: "Why can't the holodeck make me the Captain of a starship lost in the Delta Quadrant?"

Data, head twitching: "Hmm. Nothing rhymes with 'fully functional' ..."

 

[Finn]

Dr. Brahms: "She's a size 6. I"m a 8. I knew you were lying when I asked you if you thought I was fat".

Dr. Brahms "Pivoting Nacelles? That's crazy talk!!! Next, you'd tell me the ship's helmsman will turn into a salamander at warp ten".

 

[scottydog]

Data: "Out, damn spot."

 

[Rat Boy]

Brahms: "'Ample nacelles?' Only a drunken idiot would use that as a pickup line."

Data (singing): "I fell in to a burning ring of fire..."

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Leah: "Forget it, you creep! If you want your little holographic love doll to learn how to moan and sigh, you can damn well teach her yourself!

Data (singing): "Bilbo...Bilbo..."

Leah (miffed): "You like me better the way I looked as a graduate student? Fine! I was skinny, bitchy, sexually inexperienced, humorless and a lesbian! Enjoy!"

 

[Rat Boy]

Brahms: "'Scrub my plasma conduit with your tongue?!'"

 

[Shatmandu]

<Data plucks out the "Smoke on the Water" hook for an hour. Then, the guitar dissolves.>
Computer Voice: "Enough."

 

[scottydog]

Brahms: "Geordi! Geordi Cornhole LaForge, what have you been up to? Nothing good, I'm sure. Well, let me tell you, you lazy, good-for-nothing...."

 

[Triskelion]

<Data plucks out the "Smoke on the Water" hook for an hour. Then, the guitar dissolves.>
Computer Voice: "Enough."

^ W.I.N.

game over!

 

[Triskelion]

I'm sure that only applies to amateurs.

 

[Nerys Myk]

GEORDI: I love her, but I hate you.

BRAHMS: What lame TV show did you rip that off of?

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA (singing): I gave my love a cherry that had no stone...
Worf enters, smashes guitar and says: Sorry.

 

[Triskelion]

Geordi <thinking>: Whew. Glad she didn't find the Princess Leia bikini.

If Troi shouts out "Nightbird" I'm going to space her.

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Brahms: "Twincest for wincest? You really need to see a counsellor, you freak!"
Geordi: "Not a problem, computer run program Barclay - Troi alpha 1 gamma, pegging subroutine."

Data: "Unfortunate. I seem to have broken a string. Spot? Where are you, Spot?"

 

[Shatmandu]

Data, putting it down: "I have scientifically determined that yes, the band Rush does indeed suck."

Brahms: "I do not have a penis."

 

[Nerys Myk]

Brahms: "I do not have a penis."

GEORDIE: Who's doing the programming here? Check again.

 

[John Picard]

Dr Braums: "How could you scrump with my twin sister?!?!"

Miffed Twin: "At least *someone* here appreciates his attention to detail."

 

[LitmusDragon]

Data decided to humor Geordi's request that he learn "Iron Man", even though it were factually inaccurate, being that he were constructed primarily of a synthetic poly-carbonite based material.

Brahms: The brown shoes I can abide by the turtleneck is out of the question!