*removes all the lightbulbs in the room and sets them loose* Run free, brothers! Go now, you are no longer captive creatures!! *steps on one* Oops....Let me fix you up young one... *pulls out superglue*

I don't know the swords name anyway.

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"YOU SMEG!"

*The Pompatus of Love disappears*

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"YOU SMEG!"

"But if you do it with Seven of Nine, it's a Borgasm."

There used to be a Forum-goer who used this song's title as his name...

*sings*

In the timbers of Fenario,
The wolves are running 'round.
The winter was so hard and cold,
Froze ten feet 'neath the ground.

Don't murder me.
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Pleee-ease, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper,
'Twas a bottle of red whiskey.
I said my prayers and went to bed.
That's the last they saw of me.

Don't murder me.
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Pleee-ease, don't murder me.

When I awoke, the dire wolf,
Six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window.
All I said was "Come on in,

But don't murder me.
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Pleee-ease, don't murder me."

The wolf came in, I got my cards,
We sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades,
But the cards were all the same.

Don't murder me.
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Pleee-ease, don't murder me.

In the backwash of Fenario,
The black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his due,
While the boys sing 'round the fire.

Don't murder me.
I beg of you, don't murder me.
Pleee-ease, don't murder me.

*snaps out of memory-bank scan*
A-hAAA!
ROUND THE BEND!
I remember that! Doc Croc was in charge, with a couple of oddly cute yet snivelling rats his lackeys. What were their names?......

...Winston?

Anyway, aside from the fact I used to love it, I fear it has been lost from the over-full brain of Monty.

Oh, and just to keep lip-service to the interrogation thread, Everybody have a Borggasm on me. (ewwwwww....)

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"To appear in an Ernie Wise play...is the final accolade"
"Look at me and say that"
"Accolade."
"AH-hahaha!"

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"If it should become necessary to fight, could you arrange to find me some rocks to throw at them"

Hm... So, what song shall we have today...? How about one that actually has something to do w/ Trek (albeit vaguely...)?

*sings*

I like to dream,
Yes, yes, right between the sound machine.
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night,
Anyplace it goes is right.
Goes far, flies near,
To the stars, away from here.

Well, you don't know what we can find.
Why don't you come with me, little girl,
On a magic carpet ride?
You don't know what we can see.
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free.

Close your eyes, girl.
Look inside, girl.
Let the sound take you away.

Last night I hold Aladdin's lamp,
And so I wished that I could stay.
Before the thing could answer me,
Well, someone came and took the lamp away.
I looked around,
A lousy can was all I found.

Well, you don't know what we can find.
Why don't you come with me, little girl,
On a magic carpet ride?
Well, you don't know what we can see.
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free.

Close your eyes, girl.
Look inside, girl.
Let the sound take you away.

*awesome instrumental*

You don't know what we can find.
Why don't you come with me, little girl,
On a magic carpet ride?
Well, you don't know what we can see.
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free.

Does anyone know if that "lousy can" line is right? I had always thought it was a camel, not a can, but I saw "can" on some lyrics pages, and, when I listened to the song, I couldn't tell anymore...

How dare you speak the holy words of Steppenwolfe?

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"That is the exploration that awaits you: Not mapping the stars and studying nebulae, but charting the unknown possiblities of existence." - Q, All Good Things...

Please, be quiet, or we'll have an Interrogation of TSN!!!!