Contest: ENTER Voyager Caption Contest #249: The Return of the Bun

[Leviathan]

EMH: There was only ONE survivor of the Haggis roast? We need more Scottish crew.

 

[Leviathan]

Dying Seven: Don't...let them...write this.... as...a....fanfic...

 

[Leviathan]

Bruce McGill: NO! *I* am Captain Braxton!!!
Allan G. Royal: <vaporizing sounds>

 

[Nerys Myk]

Neelix: Dinner? It’s a hat!

 

[tharpdevenport]

When the DoorDash pizza delivery guy finally arrives -- two hours late and has not only eaten a slice of your pizza but it's also the wrong order. And he insists on extra credits.

 

[Oddish]

Her ex salamander lover. Don't forget about Harry never getting promoted. ;-)

Why do you think I called him the doormat?

 

[Nerys Myk]

And that was the last anyone saw of Omega House.

 

[JirinPanthosa]

JANEWAY: Everyone knows the fart was me, but nobody dares accuse the Captain.

BRAXTON: Screw you, I have to go change the date of the Eugenics War from the 1990s to the 2030s!

SEVEN: You mean...there is a future where we get to wear comfortable clothing?
BLUE SEVEN: Yes. I've seen it. Only you can make it a reality.

TUVOK: It appears Neelix has sent me a birthday card. I will need to reinforce my email filters.

DOC: You know having my holographic daughter die affected me much more than I let on? I just don't know if I can trust my heart with anyone anymore. Maybe not even for another 800 years.
NEELIX: Sorry, what was that?
DOC: Nevermind.

Bonus Picture:

BOIMLER: Even in the Chibi Baby universe I'm the guy who gets slimed by the giant worm.

 

[Finn]

Security Log: We've been sweeping the jefferies tubes for intruders. However, we ain't found shit!

 

[Nerys Myk]

TUVOK: Even in the depths of the Delta Quadrant, political donation texts have found me.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Even Slimer has to take a shit.

 

[IMC Headquarters]

BRAXTON: Lothos said I had to kill you Sam. It's not personal. And now I can go home and never see Janeway again!

Now we know why Dr Sam Becket never returned home.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Tom (off screen): "Scanning?"

Tuvok: "Texting."

Tom (off screen): "I thought Vulcans didn't text."

Tuvok: "We do not. I just got a text pop up that contains a nude photo of Neelix."

PAUSE

Tuvok: "And now another one that reads: Oopsy, please disregard Mr. Vulcan, this was meant for Kes."

PAUSE

Tuvok: "Logically, my eyes will never be able to unsee this."

Tom (off screen): "Does he have those spots all over this weenee?"

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

"I think something's wrong with the channel changer..."

 

[tharpdevenport]

When you can't find the subspace TV remote and you don't want to walk across the room to push the buttons, so you pick up your phaser, turn it down to the lowest power setting and hope that it will strike the button but not obliterate the system...

Proctologists of the 24th century.

 

[Orac]

Sprocket: This is why Snotty isn't allowed in the Academy.

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

"Ew. What is that?"
"It's...green."

 

[Leviathan]

Tuvok's Log: The flatus odor remains but despite the scanning we ain't found shit.

 

[Laura Cynthia Chambers]

Tom: (offscreen) "Personal log, supplemental; My new Perry Mason holoprogram still has a few bugs to work out..."