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Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #487: Well, that's broken

LeadHead

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Hello and welcome to the new contest!

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First up to the plate we have the "Musical Theatre Appreciation Award" going to Nerys Myk for:

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PICARD: When you're a Jet...
DIRECTOR: Uh. thanks but we're ah... going in a different direction for Riff.


Next, we have the "Patti and Selma have already made their reservations" Award, going to inflatbledalek for:

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Riker: I hate the planet of the Richard Dean Andersons.


Next, we have the "It's a Tradition" Award, going to Finn for:

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Durken: I like this, drinking over first contact

Picard: Yes. Cochrane, the man who invented warp drive on my world, did a toast just like this with Vulcans.


Next, we have the "Don't Mess with Wes" Award, going to Triskelion for:

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Wes: Before I hug you goodbye, tell your She-Bigfoot that I've rigged the transporter to scatter her beam at the sun unless I'm around to give it the deactivation code in two minutes. Also, I made a portable one for you to always have with you, too.
Salia: An anti-shapeshifting chaperone dead man's switch - genius!
Wes: Don't mess with Boy Wonder, Allasohole.


Next, we have the "Confusing Job Titles" Award, going to The Laughing Vulcan for:

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Deanna: "Stop, Data. You're hurting him."
Data: "I am not stopping until he explains. I have searched all Federation databases and dictionaries, texts from non-aligned and hostile races too. I cannot find what a 'groppler' actually is."

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The Award goes to Leviathan for:

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Captains Log, Stardate 44614.6: Our first contact has not gone well. My joke about "usually ambassadors with 3 fingers and a thumb are cartoons" did not go over well. This species hasn't even heard of the Simpsons. We have a long way to go.



With this contest going on longer than usual, I'm dusting off a couple of our special awards!


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The Award goes to Shivkala for:

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Salia: Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you couldn't get it up, then cried the rest of the night.



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The Award goes to bbjeg for:

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Picard: Yeah, to be honest, I'm a Q. How else do you think I survivied all the crap I've been through. I was a Borg, I was left in the past, I lived multiple lives including being a child twice, lived through temporal paradoxes, went into the Nexus, died a few times...



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And our KBL goes to Jedman67 for:

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WORF: "Please explain yourself, Mr. Crusher!"
CRUSHER: "Well, ah-"
RIKER: "Shut up, Wesley!"
SALIA: "Shut up, Wesley!"
ANYA: "Shut up, Wesley!"
WORF: "Shut up, Wesley!"
PICARD: "Shut up, Wesley!"

Many thanks to everyone who participated and congrats to our winners!

Apologies to all for not getting the last contest up on time. I could go into explanations, but I don't think that's necessary. Crazy week, lets get back to business.

With that in mind, instead of jumping back into the character contests, I'm letting that sit for another week and we'll deal with some pictures in need of repairs...

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Enjoy!
 
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La Forge: I really hope none of that goo is toxic...

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Stubbs: Take this Mandatory OS Updates!

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Worf: No don't activate the forcefield while someone is standing on the emitter-

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Crusher: You bought this Data?

Data: The salesman said it simply needed "a little love."

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Data: Captain, Worf has been punching through the display screens again.
 
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LAFORGE: We gotta stop making stuff out of cheap plastic.

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DATA: (Whispering) Lower you idiot!

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When Music Videos go wrong.

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DATA:I conclude that the Counselor is not quite ready to solo.
RIKER: Ya think?

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SECOND OFFICER'S PERSONAL LOG: Once again my request for a fulltime Science Officer has been ignored, requiring me to pull triple duty. My complaint that "I am not a machine!" resulted in peals of laughter.
 
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SECOND OFFICER'S PERSONAL LOG: My suggestion that the chairs at the science station have a height adjustment has been ignored. Using this station continues to be ergonomically incorrect.
 
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Thanks for the win!

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La Forge: I'm so getting blamed for this...

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Data: Sir, this would go a lot faster if you were not firing at phaser at the emitter we're trying to repair.

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Geordi and Deanna did not take the precautions Worf suggested as they thought nothing bad could happen at a Klingon Disco. Thus, Worf won the dance competition quite handily.

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Riker: Analysis, Mr. Data?

Data: Scans show it crashed, Commander.

Crusher: Thank you Captain Obvious.

Data: That is not my name.

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Data: Second Officer's Personal Log--Apparently Dr. Soong created me with the ability to get carpal tunnel.
 
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Riker: (over comm) How did it go?

Geordi: My dates went better, Commander...

Riker:....

Geordi: Sir?

Riker: ...You had dates?
 
Thanks for the KBL! (I seem to get a lot of those! :D)
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DATA: "Fascinating. Using an energy discharge to remotely weld the screen bezel back to the port coupler had not occurred to me. Perhaps we could eliminate the expense of replicating new self-sealing stembolts?"
DR. STUBBS: "Percussive maintenance with a vengeance, eh?"

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TROI: "Stretched spandex can get really uncomfortable!!"

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LA FORGE: "Wesley, give me a hand. It looks like we lost Spot this time."

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Data: "The special effects budget for this episode is extraordinary!"
 
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Data: If Riker gets lost in that thing and takes more than ten minutes to exit, I'll be the lead in your next play.

Beverly: Deal!
 
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Geordi: Man I gotta either stop smoking or get a bigger pipe.

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Stubbs: And that's just for leading off the plate. Try to steal second!
Data: Why do we not take him to sick bay?
Geordi: Because our next best catcher is O'Brien.
Data: ...Ah.

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Worf: I TOLD YOU YMCA WAS MUCH BETTER IN THE ORIGINAL KLINGON!!!

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Crusher: So did you ask me to come along to give medical assistance to Troi?
Data: No, Doctor. In the Counselor's absence we needed someone to hang around and state the obvious.
Crusher: Oh. Say, I'm sensing the shuttle won't fly. Like a...brick, I guess?
Data: No, Doctor, idiotproof technobabble allegories are Captain's level only. Counselors refer to K9 unit protocols: speak up if you smell something and possibly earn a treat.
Crusher: Let me guess: chocolate?
Data: That is correct.
Crusher: This is so insulting.
Data: I do not have any treats with me, Doctor.

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Data: Funny, someone has substituted the 19 layers of clothes subroutine in the Leah Brahms hologram with only 11 layers. I will reset the original parameters. Better add a few more layers just to be certain.
 
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Geordi, Deanna, and Worf face off against the Enterprise's most deadly enemy; lens flares!

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Picard (over comms): "Commander LaForge, has the ambassador beamed up yet?"
LaForge: "Ummm...*whispers* I hope not..."

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Second officer's personal log, supplemental: While the rest of the senior staff is enjoying Thanksgiving dinner together at the briefing room table, I have been seated at what Commander Riker refers to as "the children's table". The seating leaves something to be desired, but he has graciously offered to replicate a phone book for me...

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Data: "Excuse me. Would you mind waiting your turn? I am trying to achieve the high score. If you destroy the arcade game, nobody will be able to play."

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Crusher: "Isn't it technically cheating to bring a tricorder to a hide and seek game?"
Data: "Not if your opponent already makes it easy. *shouts* We can see you, Commander."
Riker: "Drat."
 
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Thanks for the win!

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Computer: <Please enter your password>
Data: 'penis'
Computer: <Your password is not long enough>
 
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Engineer Tim Taylor: Now THAT'S what I call a lighting fixture.

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That awkward moment when you spill Yar's urn...

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Data: Thank you for your interest, but firing weapons and yelling profanely will not assist us in repairs.

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Cooper, in another plane of existence: Make him stay, Murph! Don't let me leave, Murph! <sobbing>
Data: Geordi, a question.
LaForge, OS: Sure, Data, what's up?
Data: How might you diagnose schizophrenia in a postrionic intelligence?

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Data: Not only did the crewmen perish, but two of them were wearing stained underwear.
Crusher: Their mothers will be heartbroken.
 
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They soon regretted asking Riker to show them his newly waxed chest.
 
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Computer (text): Please enter password.
Data (keyboard): "Penis"
Computer (text): Your password is too short.
 
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