Now I’m imagining this universe’s version of the SNW musical episode: Klingon bluegrass boy band?
Truck nuts on the nacelles?
Someone told them that the Angel Moron put more prophecies on some gold-pressed latinum
Your closet is clearly a portal to another plane. By keeping the door closed, you are increasing poltergeistic pressure, which could lead to a rupture, resulting in, at the very least, extra ghosts in your home, and at the worst, an ectoplasmic explosion.
Data’s Sad Haiku
Fully functional
“I’ll get the handcuffs, Data”
Damn you Tar Monster
Oh, hi. So how are you holding up? BECAUSE I’M A POTATO.
Pills. Vicodin. Lots.
Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man.
That hair would look amazing streaming behind him like blonde blood mist in zero g after disabling the gravity plating
Could always split the difference and go with Shawmets. Has kind of a dickish gay mushroom shamwow mittens energy.
Also very happy birthday! You’ve made me laugh a lot lately, and I’ve needed that.
GODDAMN IT RIKER, STOP PUTTING HOLES IN THE CAKE
I’ll bet it feels like getting crushed between two giant angry sea urchins
Was his username “X” by any chance?
Username definitely checks out
LaForge: Goddamn it, Riker, stop pooping in my Jefferies Tubes!
The REAL Picard Maneuver
Existence, as you know it, is over.
They look like their quarters have an earthy, peaty aroma, with a touch of lilac
Koltar, when he drowned in the swamp
Thirding Valetudo, it’s amazing. I even swapped out the default voice files with ones I wrote, then ran the new text through a GLaDOS voice generator.