I TPK'd the party last night. oops.
Mit ein Tiger Poop Kanonen?
alas germany is no more, much like the party
SHAME!
Bobby and Peter stepped onto the bridge from the turbolift. Worf turned as they entered and said, "Jan is in Holo Deck 1."
k.
Jam is on holodeck 2.
So much jam.
Jam everywhere.
Jam jam jam.
All the jam.
Bobby was wearing a red armband awarded to him from his school for
being an effective hall pass monitor. Peter was wearing a yellow shirt
and black rubber shoes.
Worf turned his head down to the control panel and pushed some buttons
triggering small beeping sounds.
"Scanner alert!" Worf barked. "Quadrant alpha delta, three war birds decloaking."
Peter squelched and with a grin muttered, "I can fix them like a bicycle."
it works!
Does it? I don't know. All these Star Wars references go right over my head.
Now was that very nice?
Captain Picard and Dr. Crusher walked from Picard's office
and onto the Bridge. The captain surveyed the situation.
He asked Peter, "Where are your bike tools now man?"
Then, he snapped around to Harry Potter sitting at the navigator's
control panel.
"Harry, reverse course. Three quarters impulse," followed by a sharp,
"Shield's up!"
Worf piped, "Aye, Sir."
Yes, but I'm busy.
*continues reprimanding Pulg's face, moves onward and upward from the energy-whip to the Yamok sauce*
You seem very sure that what you're chastising is my face.
Harry Potter used his wand to activate the impulse drive.
"Potestatum Motum," harry said as he flicked his wand.
A vwwooom sound rose from the soft tones of the ship's
background noise.
Peter stepped up, beside Worf, and said, "Captain I have this
sprocket. Will this help?"
From a black leather fanny-pack attached to his belt, Peter
lifted up a silver cog-wheel. It is reminiscent of those found
on 10-Speed bicycles.
Picard slowly turned his gaze back to the view screen. The three
bird's of war shimmered back into reality.
Captain Picard whispered, "Touch my monkey."
Ever dutiful (not to mention superhumanly sharp of hearing),
Lt. Cmdr. Data cocked his head and frowned at the cryptic command
for no more than precisely 741,906 microseconds
before leaning over and gently poking Cmdr. Riker on the back of his hand.
Riker jerked his hand back as if Data's poke had burned.
Fighting the rage to dress down Mr. Data, Riker instead
stepped into the middle of the lower bridge and also
gazed upon the three, now visible, bird's of prey.
"Captain?" Riker intoned questioningly.
"You heard me," Picard moaned, "Touch it. Touch my monkey."
Peter glanced back a Bobby, who responded back to him non-verbally
by lifting his chin at him and smirked.
"Someone touch my monkey!"
Lt. Worf suddenly felt a soft, strong hand grab his buttocks from behind.
He snarled in outrage (and barely-repressed arousal) as he whipped around
to face his groper...but he could see nobody there.
Ensign Crusher experienced precisely the same thing (minus the snarling),
and at the same time.
He was in the arboretum. Alone.
Alone except for 450 fairies playing the trombone, that is.
ROO PROO PROO PROOPROOPROO PROOO,
ROO PROO PROO, PROO PROO PROO PROO,
PROO PROO PROO PROO, PROOPROOPROOPROOOO!
Bobby Brady began dancing. He embellished a classic
K-Pop move to align with the current sci-fi world he
inhabited. No one else could hear the music he danced to.
Peter Brady held the cog-wheel above his head and
proceeded to move closer to the view screen. Worf
squinted his eyes and scowled.
Picard signaled, "Hail those war birds. I want to speak to them."
"Aye, Sir" replied Harry Potter.
Harry flicked his wand over the control panel and a multi-modal pitched
noise resonated.
The view screen dimmed, and then suddenly brightened. The enemy's
face lit up the screen.
Picard laughed, his head thrown backwards in dark ecstasy.
Get my win in before the site goes down again.
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Nice to see everything is back to normal (yes, I use the word normal very loosely). I have spent the time in Avantia on a Beast Quest while trying to figure out how to create a successful remake of The Pagemaster (one of my all time favourite movies). So far, I've only been able to finally (after all these years) properly see the Mobey Dick section of the ceiling mural (I really struggled to see how the whale was painted).
Shampoo, condition, colour and cut, £35.
No one hit alt F4.
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That's easy for me, I'm using a tablet device, so there's no Alt F4 to press. Besides, any of you able to share your thoughts on a remake of The Pagemaster? I know that the librarian can't be creepy and jump to conclusions and I also know that all the literary characters need proper screen time, but beyond that I'm a bit stuck at the moment.
"You!" hissed Riker.
On the screen, the giant head of Darth Vader stared back.
Raising a fist Darth Vader said, "Surrender to me or you, will, be, destoryed!"
An echo effect was automatically added to the last few words by the Romulan ship's
communication system.
Picard looked at Riker, "It seems Darth Vader is now a Romulan." That amuses me.
Sitting behind the control panel, Harry Potter's eyes went wide.
"I thought I killed you Darth Vader," Harry thought to himself, "but
here you are alive and in command of a Romulan ship."
That's easy for me, I'm using a tablet device, so there's no Alt F4 to press. Besides, any of you able to share your thoughts on a remake of The Pagemaster? I know that the librarian can't be creepy and jump to conclusions and I also know that all the literary characters need proper screen time, but beyond that I'm a bit stuck at the moment.
It's a good idea, but why not concentrate on the sequal instead - the Plantmaster? After that, we'll be halfway through the members of Led Zeppelin.
MY PARENTS BECAME CYBERPUNKS AND ALL THEY LEFT ME WAS THIS DARK FUTURE...
You think you’re ready. You’re not. You don’t even have a clue.
For over two decades, the Megacorporations have ruled the world
from their starscraper towers, enforcing control with armies of
bots
And boostergangs roam the shattered, urban wilderness, and
endless partying rages 24-7 in the hottest clubs, sleaziest bars and meanest streets.
Prepare yourself for the Postholocaust world.
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That's easy for me, I'm using a tablet device, so there's no Alt F4 to press. Besides, any of you able to share your thoughts on a remake of The Pagemaster? I know that the librarian can't be creepy and jump to conclusions and I also know that all the literary characters need proper screen time, but beyond that I'm a bit stuck at the moment.
One of the new book companions will need to be "Fanfiction."
It will end with the librarian being sent to jail for aggravated microcomplicity in perpetuating systemic kyriandiarchical oppression, and the library being burned down.
Whut the weird fella who wears make up and dat dun live in my lil room next to my bed room said.
Darth Vader reached across space and began Force Choking Picard.
Picard let out gasp and grabbed at his throat.
Harry Potter quickly Counter Spelled with his wand. He was happy to
see Picard's mouth gasp wide as he took in a deep breath.
Then galactus gets the death star confused for a planet and eats it.
Now it was Peter Brady's turn. He stepped into the middle
holding the 10-speed cog wheel infront of himself.
Peter proclaimed, "Now is the time >Sprockets< when we dance."
Live long and prospect.
To goldly blow where onan has corned beef floors.
A Bears in the Hand is Worth Two maulings in the Bush.
A bear is only as strong as its weakest link.
Only built 4 cuban bear linx.
UFOs. Area 51. Space Force.
Hey a bear can not change its spots.