Carmilla67:
~hot coffee shriek~
Gnasche:
Aroura Boring, alas.
Loodvig:
"Allllllright.......... Which one of you stinkin' humans sent us the tribbles??"
Dhalo:
"Tickle attack! Tickle attack!"
simonmagus:
Do the hustle....
Dhalo:
They knew it would be a long elevator ride when Dr McCoy burst into a rendition of "Red Sails in the Sunset"
Dairai:
Where will *you* be when your laxtive starts to work...?
quickdraw:
Without warning, the crews break into an impromtu version of "West Side Story"...
Gnasche:
"Toupee Verified. Access Granted." *DING*
Dairai:
"You've not experienced capping 'til you've done it in the original Klingon..."
Claimberry_Leftovers:
'...it's a message from Starfleet, sir...they wanna know if you want fries or onion rings...it's the same price either way!'
quickdraw:
o/`"I'm just a girl who can't say 'no'..."o/`
Loodvig:
oO(The Pumaman can lie motionless and stop his heartbeat...)
PlanetGuy:
I will bottle up all the anger...and bury it deep...deeper.
Vicious:
"God is gweat, God is good..."
Dairai:
(Brando voice) "The Hortas.... the Hortas..."
Brakster:
"Didnt we go to different High Schools together?"
Loodvig:
"Dammit, look at me when I sing that I'm a little teapot!"
RIZZZ:
"Honey, wake up -- we're at Gramma's now!"
Rimmette:
One, singular sensation, every little step she takes ...
Dairai:
"So... *who* will it be...? Bachelor number 1, 2, or 3....?" "Can I trade my date for cash...?"