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chanter1944) wrote2004-09-13 02:30 am
chanter1944) wrote2004-09-13 02:30 am
and another one!
Also snitched from A'dar.
This. is. so. flippin'. ironic.
Dang it. And I wanted my ship to be Dauntless... but then again that goes back a *loooong* way to an old bantering session between one of the mock shuttle crew from space camp adventures and I.
Kanan: "Get her off the channel!"
Charlie: "Why? Am I ruining your song, *sir*?"
Bry: *dies laughing*
Kate: *shouts from the background* "Shut him up! We have a mission to do here!"
Kanan: *blithely goes back to singing* "Imagine there's no red button, imagine there's no alarm..."
Bernadette: *is in the chair next to Charlie's but hasn't said anything*
Michael: *rolls eyes*
Cassandra: *turns off the intercraft speakers*
Bernadette: *speaks up* "Boy, he can't sing, can he?"
This. is. so. flippin'. ironic.
| If I Were a Trek Captain... by Green_Jewel | |
|---|---|
| Username | |
| My species | Human |
| My first officer | jaeni |
| My science officer | gildedviridity |
| My chief engineer | panell |
| My head of security | janellejouza |
| My random alien crewmember of diversity | misty_shadows |
| My worthy nemesis | firebyrd |
| My pastel-colored alien love interest | peppygrowlithe |
| My misson | To go back in time for nuclear-wessels. |
| The name of my ship | The Miata |
| Quiz created with MemeGen! | |
Dang it. And I wanted my ship to be Dauntless... but then again that goes back a *loooong* way to an old bantering session between one of the mock shuttle crew from space camp adventures and I.
Kanan: "Get her off the channel!"
Charlie: "Why? Am I ruining your song, *sir*?"
Bry: *dies laughing*
Kate: *shouts from the background* "Shut him up! We have a mission to do here!"
Kanan: *blithely goes back to singing* "Imagine there's no red button, imagine there's no alarm..."
Bernadette: *is in the chair next to Charlie's but hasn't said anything*
Michael: *rolls eyes*
Cassandra: *turns off the intercraft speakers*
Bernadette: *speaks up* "Boy, he can't sing, can he?"
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(Translation: Come into my Slimy Mating Chamber of Love, captain!)
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*fears* accordingly.