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Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #532: Halloween Week!

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Worf: "This is not the kitchen."
Riker: "Hey, it's not my fault all those passageways look alike!"
Worf: "I bet Wesley's eating that last slice of pizza right now..."

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Worf: "This is not a good time, mom..."
 
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Picard: "I see three ...."
Riker: "Lights."
Worf: " Yeah we know."
Data: "You"ve expressed this repeatedly sir."
LaForge: "(under breath): "Give it a rest already."
 
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Riker, Geordi, Data:
Vulcans, Klingons and Breen - oh my!
Vulcans, Klingons and Breen - oh my!
Vulcans, Klingons and Breen - oh my!

Worf: TOTO WILL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND. If you were any other man.

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Beverly: So...does your wife know you're undead?
Zombie: I'm not married.
Beverly: Oh?

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Shelby: As soon as Worf figures out where we are we can locate the Captain and extract him.
Worf: These birds are not so angry.

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Director: It's not that it wouldn't fit in-universe, it's just that some people should not try to dance like Michael.
Riker: Shamone!

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Worf: I AM SENSING NO PEOPLE ARE HERE, CAPTAIN!
Riker: I WILL TAKE TEN POINT FIVE SEVEN NINE EIGHT SEVEN FIVE ONE THREE EIGHT SECONDS TO FINISH THIS SENTENCE, CAPTAIN!
Worf: I AM TWELVE YEARS OLD YET I CAN STEER A FOUR POINT FIVE MILLION METRIC TON DISPLACEMENT WAR MACHINE!
Riker: NUMBER ONE! FETCH ME EARL GREY! SHAKESPEARE BLADDY BLAH BLAH BLAH!
Com: Picard to away team, how's it going?
Riker: It's pretty quiet over here, sir.
 
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Data: Which way do we go?
LaForge: This way. The oracle said if we take the right fork, we would come to the ruined castle
Riker: Can I magic missile the darkness yet?
Data: Commander, that ceased to be funny the second time you said it.
Worf: I'm the barbarian, right?
Data: What other class would you be?
Worf: Where are the orcs? You said there would be orcs to kill?
LaForge: Listen. I spent 87 hours programming this simulation. It contains all of the 1980s fantasy tropes. I didn't forget the orcs.
Riker: Hey look, little blue creatures.
Worf: Are those the orcs?
LaForge: No, those are Smurfs
Data: Worst D&D holo-program ever!
 
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In the 24th Century, body bag technology hadn't improved much beyond the see through idea.
 
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Riker: "Okay, who forgot to pay the power bill."

Worf: "But, sir, we do not use money."

Riker: "What did you say to the power company when they sent a subspace communication?"

Worf: "The Captain ordered me to not answer it and shut the external lights off so it looked like we weren't home."
 
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Director, off screen: CUT! Hey morons. For the hundredth time the alien is the tennis ball on a stick.

Dorn: I thought it was the Post-it note on the wall.

Director, off screen: That's just a reminder for me to get milk on the way home.

Spiner: I thought it was the "No Smoking" sign.

Director, off screen: That's just a sign telling people they can't smoke in here.


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Shelby: Stop staring at my boobs Data.


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Riker: You had cabbage and prune juice for lunch and cleared out the bridge again didn't you?

Worf, sheepishly: Maybe.


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[sounds of shattering porcelain]

Not my Hummel figurines!

[sounds of shattering porcelain]

Not my Tasteful Nudes of the Federation collector plates!
 
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Worf: Day-o, day-ay-ay-o.
Riker:.....
Worf: Daylight come and he wan' go home
Riker: You're right. The accoustics are pretty good on the bridge.
Worf: Day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day, he say day-ay-ay-o. Daylight come and he wan' go home
Riker: Okay, that's enough
 
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Chief Engineer's Personal Log: It happened again today. No dumbasses... I don't need a flashlight

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Crusher: How ironic. Normally it's the living patients unexpectedly dying

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Shelby: I dunno.... Bug zapper?

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Caught humping a moist hole in the ground, Riker screams for everyone to look away

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Riker: I'll steer... You get out & push
 
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WORF: The Captain has been kidnapped by a bunch of zombie-cyborgs bent on enslaving the Galaxy. Could things get any worse?
SHELBY: Things just got worse.
 
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Director: No, no. Its closed fist out and more a smile on the face. Seriously, how else are you suppose to pull off Superman flying scenes? Now bring in the blue screen and we'll start over.
 
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Riker: We seem to be in a horror film. Geordi, you lead the way.

Geordi: Hey!

Riker: Come on, you know you're dead first regardless.


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Crusher: Honestly, you bang one ghost...


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Data: What have you seen Commander? Some slimey Borg monster about to drop down from the ceiling upon us?

Shelby: No, just got a crink in my neck from looking up at Riker. That dude is tall as buggery.


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Amus: I was saddened to hear of Commander Riker's accusation. It was thirty years ago and I can no longer remember if it happened or not. But I was definitely drunk. And also gay.


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Worf: THE SHIP HAS ONE BRIDGE!!!!

Riker: Our ship genuinely has two bridges.
 
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((sounds of camera shutters))

"No! No! Paparazzi, get away! Not from that angle, my butt is too big!"


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And in a alternative reality:

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Hello everyone, another crazy weekend. So instead of starting a new contest without winners for the second week in a row, I'm extending this one with 5 new spooky photos!

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Enjoy!
 
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First Officer's Log, the themed hotel was almost at capacity, so I ended up in the Creepy Room.

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Barclay: Now that I have full access to the computer cores, I know how much Rum goes into your "tea, earl grey, hot."

Picard: Mister Worf, set phaser to kill.


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Worf: Worf to Riker, there's no money in this room either.

Riker: (over comm) Did the hotel guest know you were there?

Worf: Not for long.


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La Forge: I'm not sure what this is.

Picard: Picard to Enterprise. Download Tobin's Spirit Guide to Mister La Forge's tricorder.

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Locutus: I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is mostly futile.
 
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Riker: How much for the happy ending?

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Barclay: I'd hook you up Captain but it might create a Death Star beam.

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Worf: Ah, Playborg - Miss 18 of 372 issue. Nice implants.

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Picard: What is it, Geordi?
Geordi: Some kind of...ancient wine-soaked entity with a broomstick lodged up its backside.
Picard: Oh?
Geordi: And an alien.
Picard: Awww.

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Locutus: I am Locutus of Borg. Corinthian leather is sheer luxury.
Borg: NEEDS WORK
 
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Riker, thinking: If it weren't for Barclay's usual horseshit I could be eating right now.


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Worf: Wow! That's a lot of condoms.


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Al the Alien: Coochy coochy coo!
 
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Riker: "Just say when."
Doctor: "This sonic screwdriver is useless."


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Picard: "Mr. Barclay, I've heard of Blu-Ray but this is ridiculous."



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Worf: "Well, I see the Bible, but that's all."
Skeleton: "The motel owners just want you to go to Gre'thor, make no bones about it."



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Picard: "I'm honored you want me to sign up for the Blue Man Group, but I really am not a singer."



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Picard: "This egg whisk will make the best omelets."



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Blanche Devereaux: "Jump my bones, please!"
Worf: "No!"
 
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