Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #573: Well, that's seen better days.

[IMC Headquarters]

These are all pretty funny!

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

GEORDI: What a piece of junk!
RIKER: Hey kid... she flew the Kessel Run in less than 12 parsecs!

 

[tharpdevenport]

Riker: "Boy, when they said there would be cheap, poorly-made crap for sale, they weren't kidding."

Data: "Commander, I believe we have sold the case of the missing Pet Rocks. However, I wish you would re-name yours to something other than the name of my cat."

 

[Herbert]

The moment when Geordi realized plugging the Christmas lights into the warp core was not a good idea.

 

[LeadHead]

Sorry, did not have time Wednesday to do it, will now be either Saturday or Sunday.

 

[IMC Headquarters]

RIKER: Looks like they were wiped out by a rival gang while they were cutting their coke.

LaFORGE: Bridge! We're going full Ken Adam here in twenty seconds!

RIKER: Terrific. Yellowjacket wasps. Nobody make any sudden moves.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Data: "Commander, they are rocks. I can not wait to tell the crew; none of them have rocks this big."

 

[Herbert]

Picard: <from the bridge> Mr LaForge, report status
Geordi: We've gone full disco inferno down here captain.
Picard: Play that funky music, engineer boy

 

[LeadHead]

Apologies for missing the deadline again, will start new contest on Tuesday night.

 

[Finn]

No need to apologize. You have a life. Start one when you can. You’ve been doing a great job for years.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Riker: "Where's that damn maid I sent for? Oh, there you are, Mr. Worf."

 

[Qonundrum]

Riker: Geordi, did you see that?
Geordi: Yes sir, I did. The Maitlands are at it again, only this time they ditched the chintz bedsheets for solid red and now they've flown away.
Worf: There's an old Klingon incantation, that I believe is relevant to this. It goes "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetju--"
Riker: You do realize that's Q's cousin, yes! Don't finish saying that name.
Worf: "-ice."

 

[Qonundrum]

Riker: "Hey Worf, want some juice?"
Geordi: "Who cares about that, you know very well that the moment that liquid hits the chair's control panel will be fried and we haven't got any spares ever since the previous chair was nicked from the props department."
Worf: "Is your real name 'Herbert'?"

 

[tharpdevenport]

Picard: "Progress report, number one."

Riker: "We're still looking but so far we haven't' found Waldo."

Picard: "What about Carmen Sandiego?"

Riker: "Got super genius Wesley on that one, sir."

 

[CuriousCaitian]

Worf: I do not believe we shall be able to make the deadline for refurbishment, Commander.

Geordi: We'll be lucky to have gotten all the dust covers off before the deadline.

Riker: I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by.

 

[Mr Soak]

Meanwhile, in the Real Escape Holodeck...
Riker: Computer, end program.
*nothing happens*
Riker: Well, it’s not that.

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

I’m sticking a pin in this until Mr. Leadhead has time to,deal,with it.