Voyager Caption This: Feeling Left Out

[Evil Twin]

Last round's winners:

Vorik: I hear you and Lieutenant Paris have been fighting. Maybe I could-
Torres: No.
Vorik: I think we could-
Torres: No.
Vorik: I am a great-
Torres: No.
Vorik: Look, this is my last episode for 3 years, could we make the most of it?
Torres: If I can get you a non-speaking role in one next season and let you voice a video game character will you leave me alone?

Guartho said:

Your father wanted you to have this when you were old enough, but Admiral Paris wouldn't allow it.

And your prize:

A vial of biomimetic fluid.
Even more fun than Play-Doh!

Up next:

 

[tharpdevenport]

 

[CaptainJon]

Janeway: (thinking) Don't look at her boobs, don't look at her boobs.
Torres: (thinking) Don't look at her boobs, don't look at her...damn, I've gotta push that button!
Doc: (thinking) Hmm...Torres has a nice, round firm buttocks.

In order to help Janeway from looking at Seven's boobs, the crew plucked her eyes out, realizing all too late that a blind captain wasn't a very good idea.

 

[Candlelight]

"Captain, this algorithm I just wrote should indicate this Caption This competition might have 73% more boob jokes than normal"

Chakotay hoped the meeting would last long enough for him to get he penis unstuck from the back of the chair.

 

[Gertch]

All of a sudden Janeway realized everyone had watched her sensually massage the head rest while talking with Seven.

 

[Kirby]

Janeway had the uncanny ability to close her eyes and feel up any member of her crew and know who it was.

 

[Nerys Myk]

After hours of deliberation they all agreed that no one knew how to change the air filter.

It was best just to let the Captain rant when she showed up drunk to meetings.

 

[Sisu]

To teach Seven more about humanity, Janeway started the hokey-pokey with the left arm in.

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

EMH: "I think it's my mammary chips that are degrading."
Torres: "Have you tried pushing these bosoms here?"
Janeway: "Good work engineer. Keep me abreast of the situation."

Janeway singing "Look at her breasts, they're real. Don't believe what I say, just feel..."
Chakotay: "Whose idea was it to bring Saurian Brandy to karaoke night?"

 

[Rat Boy]

Uh...wait, this is the Caption Contest thread, right? I'm supposed to say something funny? Sorry, I'm a little distracted at the moment.

 

[Scatta]

Chakotay's Angels finally get to see his other tattoo.

Janeway [sings] Nobody knows the trouble I've seen...

 

[Sisu]

Seven's mammogram required the EMH for diagnosis, B'lanna to reroute power along the secondary EPS conduits, and Janeway's command authorisation codes to encode the information so that the crew couldn't access the visuals.

 

[Richard1701]

Seven: "I think a human phrase would be appropriate here: I think he must work out!"
Torres: "The image clarity of these new security devices is at maximum and I think it really pays dividends Captain."
Janeway: "Is this the live feed to Chakotay's quarters? Let me through! My my, there's more there than meets the eye!"
Doctor: "Hmmmm, we should re-name the ship the U.S.S Voyeur!"
Janeway: "That's not a bad idea...(taps badge) Janeway to Paint Team...report to Shuttle Pod One!"

Chakotay: "Captain, I really think it would boost morale around here."
Torres: "I don't think it's a bad idea."
Janeway: "Listen Seven, all we need is a live camera aimed at your alcove 24/7. To the crew members that work on the lower levels of the ship you are just a myth...they want to see you in the flesh."
Tuvok: "This is a perfect opportunity for you to embrace your sexuality...for morale's sake this is the logical course of action to follow."

 

[Kegek]

Janeway: I don't care whatever it takes. Get this disease off my ship - even if it takes nanoprobes!
Seven: All it takes is nanoprobes.
Janeway: We're not taking that risk!
Chakotay: Excuse me, why am I in this scene again?
Tuvok: Paycheck.
Chakotay: Oh yeah.

Seven: The nanoprobes are causing the nucletide sequence to enzyme.
Torres: And it's reversing the polarity on the biotronic circuitry.
Doctor: (frowns) But it appears to be remegatizing the endochronic hypothorax.
Seven: That's to be expected with a high resonance flux. It will subside to quasi-neurological levels in time.
Janeway: I have no idea what any of you just said.
Torres: That's alright Captain, neither do we.

 

[BriGuy]

... uh, sorry, no captions. I just like looking at these pictures.

 

[MeanJoePhaser]

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Janeway (to herself): "Must fight urge to rest head on Seven's 'dirty pillows'."

"I need something round and soft to compare this seat cushion to. Seven, would you mind coming a bit closer?"

or
Janeway: "Ohhh, Seven...your breasts are so big and firm, not like Be'lanna's saggy little sacks!"
Seven: "Captain, I'm standing over here."

(Geez, that was stupid )

 

[tharpdevenport]

If you scroll up to my post, you will see Janeway got that comparrison...

 

[BriGuy]

Janeway: Seven, there is a logical, rational explanation for why we've dressed you so differently from the rest of us. And that reason is... it's... we can't wear that material without nanoprobes. We'd wan to, but it itches too much.

Seven's contributions at such conferences were greatly enhanced once they realized they needed to reposition the monitor so Seven could see past her own boob.

 

[Nerys Myk]

Janeway: All I want is a straight answer as to why our seat covers and Seven's uniform are made out of the same material?

Chakotay: ooohhh... ahhhhhh... uhhhh... wha?

 

[Eminence]

For the second picture...


No one realized that they had a Central Plexus right there in the room with them -- Seven's breasts.


(sorry about the lack of pictures -- i don't think i rank high enough to post pictures yet).