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TOS Caption Contest #104 - This Time, Blue Shirts Die

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SPOCK:"An interesting suggestion, Mister Boma...but NO. I do not believe the Yeoman's body would fit in that access hatch if she happened to die during our gang bang."
 
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Mr. O'Boma: This is the moment when we must come together to save this planet. Let us resolve that we will not leave our children a world where the oceans rise and famine spreads and terrible storms devastate our lands.

Mr. Spock: No, Mr. O'Boma we're trying to LEAVE this hellhole of a planet.

Mr. O'Boma: Oh. Right then.
 
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SPOCK:"Unfortunate news, gentlemen.

The fuses blew. And we forgot to bring a fresh pack with us."
 
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Spock: "Mr. Boma I am sure there is no such thing as a pussy troll, and the name pillow pants is just silly."
 
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It was at that very moment when it sunk in for Pavel just what his console
readout was indicating... and from whence the readings originated.
 
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Chekov: "Can't nawigate out of a vet paper bag? I should tell the keptin to go wuck himself."

Sulu: "So, did you tell him?"

Chekov: "I did, but the keptin busted me down to redshirt."

Sulu: "Guess you're the one who's 'wucked.'"
 
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Sulu noticed, not for the first time, that Pavel had the smoldering good looks of a young Brando. He then went back to his quarters and masturbated to A Street Car Named Desire.
 
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SPOCK: Do you wish to see what Ceiling Cat sees?


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CHEKOV: How many times have I said it? Put your hand where I can see it, Sulu.
 
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MCCOY: Can I get you something?
BOMA: 'S'mofo butter layin' me to da' BONE! Jackin' me up... tight me!
MCCOY: I'm sorry, I don't understand.
SPOCK: Cutty say 'e can't HANG!
MEARS: Oh doctor! I speak jive.
MCCOY: Oh, good.
MEARS: He said that he's in great pain and he wants to know if you can help him.
MCCOY: All right. Would you tell him to just relax and I'll be back as soon as I can with some medicine?
MEARS: Jus' hang loose, blood. She gonna catch ya up on da' rebound on da' med side.
BOMA: What it is, big mama? My mama no raise no dummies. I dug her rap!
MEARS: Cut me some slack, Jack! Chump don' want no help, chump don't GET da' help!
SPOCK: Say 'e can't hang, say seven up!
MEARS: Jive ass dude don't got no brains anyhow! Hmmph!
 
:guffaw:

Thanks, Nerys Myk, now I'm seeing all sorts of possibilities.

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Sulu: Chekov, it's nearly the end of shift. What say we...grab a bite?
Chekov: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.

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Spock: Someone will have to stay behind.
McCoy: Surely you can't be serious?
Spock: I am serious. And don't care me Shirley.

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Chekov (thinking): Please don't ask me to help inflate the auto-pilot.
 
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Chekov: "De next time Spock asks me to his qvarters to see his etchings, I vill scream 'NYET!'"
Sulu: "That's what you said last time."



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Spock: "We'll stay here on this planet, subdue all the natives, and set up our own system of government. I will be the leader."
McCoy: "I'll be the medical guy."
Scotty: "I'll engineer everything."
Loveshead: "I'll propogate the species."
Boma, after a pause: "I'll bitch about every decision you all make."
 
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Spock: "I just want to tell you both good luck; we're all counting on you."

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Chekov: "Looks I picked the vrong veek to quit wodka."
 
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