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Posted by Malnurtured Snay (Member # 411) on :
 
"This is so sick it's fun," Odo giggled.

"I agree," Will Riker said, fondling Seven of Nine in the booth overlooking the holodeck. "How long have they been at it?"

"Mr. Kim and Mr. Crusher have been in the Gay Klingon Bath-house for seventy-nine point three hours," Data reported calmly.

"How awful computer simulations never sleep," Odo remarked.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease, Commander Riker!" Wesley screamed from below.

Riker looked at Data. "Did he just say Commander Riker? Computer: increase the matings with Mr. Crusher."

"Increased to sixty per hour," the computer replied. A moment later, Wesley screamed in pain.

"This is too much fun," Riker said with a smile.

Suddenly, Odo exploded into a glob of goo. Dr. Beverly Crusher stood in the doorway. Her phaser lit up again, and Seven of Nine was thrown to the floor, her chest exploding in sparks as the phaser beam cut into the silicon.

"Data!" Riker yelled. "Do something!"

Data turned and grabbed Riker's neck. "I'm not Data. I'm Lore. The Crystalline Entity will like you."

Beverly smiled and rescued Wesley from the Holodeck. "Hey, Doc," Kim managed to groan as a holographic K'mpec went to work. "What about me?"

Beverly smiled. "Maybe next time."

Lore threw Riker into the holodeck and sealed the door. "Let's see how he likes that. Now, where'd you say the cargo transporter was ... ?"

To Be Continued

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Posted by Vacuum robot lady from Spaceballs (Member # 239) on :
 
I smell slash gay homoerotic porno goatsex K/S/M/S/C/S/U/P/R/D/W/L/T/C/S/D/E/O/B/D/A/B/C/D/E/F/G fanfic coming on!

BRRING TEH BOOBEEs!!1!!!!!!

Oh wait. This *is* that kind of fanfic.

"A Thousand monkeys at a thousand typewriters..."

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"Instructed by history and reflection, Julian was persuaded that, if the diseases of the body may sometimes be cured by salutary violence, neither steel nor fire can eradicate the erroneous opinions of the mind."

-Edward Gibbons, The Decline and Fall of The Roman Empire.


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Posted by Quatre Winner (Member # 464) on :
 
*CACKLES!*

Ohhhhh, this is too much. Me likes.

Carry on.

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In this crazy world of lemons, baby...you're lemonade!
 


Posted by Austin Powers (Member # 250) on :
 
This is really sick!!!!!!!!!

Nevertheless, I like the idea, Odo's quite right!

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Kryten: Pub? - Ah yes. A meeting place where people attempt to achieve
advanced states of mental incompetence by the repeated consumption of
fermented vegetable drinks. - Red Dwarf "Timeslides"


 


Posted by AndrewR (Member # 44) on :
 
"It was the best of times, it was the BLURST of times!"

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Homer: I'm gonna miss Springfield. This town's been awfully good to us.
Bart: No, it hasn't, Dad. That's why we're leaving.
Homer: Oh, yeah. [pokes his head out the window] So long, Stinktown!
 


Posted by TSN (Member # 31) on :
 
"You stupid monkey!"

Actually, coincidentally enough, I just finished watching A Tale of Two Cities. Apparently, even in 1935, they couldn't properly turn a book into a movie...

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"I write messages on money.
It's my own form of social protest.
A letter printed on paper that no one will destroy.
Passed indiscriminantly across race, class, and gender lines
and written in the blood that keeps the beast alive
A quiet little hijacking on the way to the checkout counter.
and a federal crime.
I hope that someone will find my message one day when they really need it.
Like I do."
-Rage against the Machine
 




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