Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #469: Exciting!

[Jonny]

La Forge: Told you the Big Bang was real.
Riker:...Shut up Geordi.

Worf: Quickly! I can hear the Ice Cream Man! Perhaps he has some Prune Juice!

Tasha Yar: THERE ARE FIVE LIGHTS OK?

Worf: Captain? You're no longer bald!
Riker: Sigh. I'm not the Captain, Worf. I'm Commander Riker.
Worf: I...I...I'm sorry Sir...I...
Riker: Should've gone to Specsavers?
Worf:......Aye Sir...

 

[Smellincoffee]

George: Our future is so bright I gotta wear shades!
Riker: I don't know where that came from, Geordi, but please take it back.
..and leave it there.

 

[Leviathan]

Even the hallway had defeated Worf, but asking for directions was without honor.

 

[jep]

Worf: "Sometimes I feel like I'm just running in circles."

.

 

[2takesfrakes]

"I can feel the Prune Juice kicking in, ensign! The computer says the Men's room's on this floor, somewhere ... now, where is it? Even you've got to use the toilet ... !!!"

"I never did know where they kept them on this ship, Lieutenant Worf. I just return to my quarters and go in the sink."

 

[T'Ressa Dax]

Worf: This is exhilarating, and much better than running on the holodeck! I must make it a regular part of security training.

 

[Finngle Bells]

Alexander: Personal Log- My plan worked. Dad's still in the holodeck where I programed some kind of crisis on the Enterprise, so I can stay out longer. I'm sick of Prune Juice at dinner.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Riker: "Got 'em! That'll be the last time the Girl Scouts try to guilt me into buying cookies."

Worf: "Sir, it appears that was only the mother's ship."

Riker: "Damnit -- kids still dont' sell cookies in the 24th century? Set a course for the kid's ship, Mr. Worf. Warp nine."

 

[inflatabledalek]

Riker: Whoa, a Galaxy class ship, designed to be in service for decades, destroyed ridiculously soon in an easily averted disaster. I'd hate to be those guys, I'd die of embarrassment.

Worf: Why...pant...I...huufffff...have to run down from the bridge to the bottom of the ship...phhhhhhh...everytime there's an emergency when I have staff on all decks I'll never know.

Yar: There's got to be an easier way to peroxide my hair!

Worf: Look, Commander, I'm sorry I didn't ask you to take the oath after we worked out on the holodeck as well.

First Officer's Personal Log: Turns out the ship doesn't clean itself after all.

 

[JedGelt67]

"must.....find....captain's....saddle...."

Data: "Bridge to Shuttlebay; the enemy ship has been neutralized."
Picard: "Data, that was Admiral Paris!"
Data: "Precisely sir."

 

[Honorable Ensign]

Thanks for the win!

Geordi: All right, Commander, you win the bet. We DO have enough firepower to destroy a planet.

The weekly top-to-bottom ship corridor race in action...because sometimes the Enterprise is just that dull.

Yar: All right, who put foil in the microwave? And why are they using a microwave when we have replicators!?

 

[Triskelion]

Lieutenant: Give me back my Captain Picard doll!
Worf: Never!
Doll: Return that moon to its orbit!

 

[at Quark's]

Riker: I know Starfleet Legal Branch wasn't pleased with us when Data hacked the system to to turn off the automatic updates, and yes, they warned us there would be dire consequences, but c'mon, this is ridiculous.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Worf: "Wait a second ... was that ensign wearing white pants and white shoes ... after Labor Day? His fashion sense is without honor!"

 

[jep]

Tasha: "ARRGH!!! Killed by a fault in the console circuits! I can't imagine a more senseless way to die!"

.

 

[Finngle Bells]

Chief Engineer's Log: I told everybody I saw all kinds of Gamma, Zeta and Epsilon rays, and even some tears in space and time. But really, all I saw was hydrogen being ignited.

 

[Mojochi]

Geordi: Geez people. Give a guy some notice beforehand, so he can dial down a little bit,

Guy in Back: Oh man, my smoking set off the alarm again. Better lay low

Crosby: I QUIIIIIIIIIIIT!

Panic set in when it became obvious that no one was going to relieve Worf, & he was going to have to relieve himself

Geordi: Sir, permission to roll under a door outta this mess?

 

[Triskelion]

Charlie Whitepants: Worf? Running?? Holy shit, we're all gonna die.

 

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