"Scanners show he has The Diabetes, Keptin.
Shall I adjust torpedo glucose yields to compensate?"
TOS Caption Contest #124 - 8 Days A Week
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"Scanners show he has The Diabetes, Keptin.
Shall I adjust torpedo glucose yields to compensate?"
Walrus: "It's a TRAP!"
Chekov: "Oy, dese remaster'd edeeshuns are gettink lame."
Chekov: It appears sir, he is demanding the return of...a bucket.
(only serious fans of lolcats will really get the reference but as soon as I saw the walrus couldn't resist.)
Yep, I got it!
Tal: "... Yes... Yes... Yes Commander... This evening commander... yes... I will bring the lubricant... But... yes... But I don't see why I have to bend over and take it... yes... yes... I see... yes... You're the Commander and I'm the Sub-commander... yes... I'm your bitch... I'm your little man whore... yes... Commander I really need to... Afro wig? ... I'm sure that ship's stores... Yes... new safe word... I'll remember... but I don't... yes... the new safe word is Carl Spock ..."
Chekov: "I don't think Starfleet intelligence can use this Keptin."
Sulu: "Are you kidding? I'll take two copies."
Alien in Romulan Drag: Who am I, Captain? Who am I? I am the walrus goo goo gajoob.
Me, too -- there were lots of walrus and elephant seal "mah bucket" macros at icanhascheezburger and elsewhere.
Chekov: It appears sir, he is demanding the return of...a bucket.
(only serious fans of lolcats will really get the reference but as soon as I saw the walrus couldn't resist.)
Yep, I got it!
McCoy: Dear Lord, what smells like day old tuna?
Space Hooker: Ever get that not so fresh feeling...
Spock: I am sensing a not so fresh feeling.
Pic of Spock on chicks chest:
Chick: Dr. Spock....I feel so.....so inadequate because of my chest size *sniff sniff*"
Spock: It is unnecessary for you, as you humans say "feel that way". We all know more than a mouthful and in your case a handful is a waste." That theory has been continual through the millenia.
AND
Chick: I feel uncomfortable with you giving me my monthly breast exam.
Spock: Lieutenent you are in capable "hands", furthermore, the odds of me getting hard from this interaction is exactly 1,205,000 to one."
Chick: Dr. Spock....I feel so.....so inadequate because of my chest size *sniff sniff*"
Spock: It is unnecessary for you, as you humans say "feel that way". We all know more than a mouthful and in your case a handful is a waste." That theory has been continual through the millenia.
AND
Chick: I feel uncomfortable with you giving me my monthly breast exam.
Spock: Lieutenent you are in capable "hands", furthermore, the odds of me getting hard from this interaction is exactly 1,205,000 to one."
"You've seen both COCOONs?
Wow. You're the first who'll admit it, Captain."
"Don't worry your pretty little head too much, Miss.
The Space Herpes usually clears up before too long. Even when Jim gives it to ya."
"I sense...
much...much pain. Disappointment.
A surgeon from the Valley who did his best and still screwed up."
Spock: Please, Jim, let me have just one...
I just reread this and saw the word "brain" for the first time. Every other time I read it as "the meter showed half empty", which meant the android could, y'know, take a bit more before having to be, um, flushed out
Also, I read this and I don't have an fecking clue what I meant;
He doesn't even have a lute, it's a lyre.
Looking at the time I posted, I theorise I was getting stuck into the Bushmills Mum got me for Christmas...
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