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04-30-2003 09:42 PM |
[color=#000000:post_uid0]After finding this thread, I thought I'd make the next summary... gradually I realized why one wasn't neccessary. :) But here it is anyway:
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One night Andrew, Xander, Buffy and Spike were walking down the street, when suddenly a time portal opened and they were sucked to the Enterprise, where Andrew immediatly took a strong liking to Captain Archer. Archer shouted, "What the *PG-13* are mice? T-pol needs a shiny head to look ravishing." Buffy kissed Porthos passionately, wetly eating chili con brio. Farts caused the enterprise to ludicrously resemble a mutated two-headed Mr.Bigglesworth without pants. "Ugh," said a purvauyer of unknown origins, whose wares cracked under sexual tension. "Mudd was here, 2002". Ain't nobody having nothing to lasso into balloon animals. Period.
Forumgoers rooted for truffles. Neelix made faces because tribbles ate everything. Except the leola root pie. Xander made lots of moon pies. Captian Janeway wasn't lost in Lister's laundry pile, but Rizzo was. Saxamaphone danced with T'Pol. Mayweather left five clues at home plate, where Romulan warbirds decloaked and fired spaceballs the mascot because Captian Archer swung foul. Sisko monitored the game while scrubbing plasma conduits with T'Pol's purple panties "Whoa, watch out for that tree!" said George of the Enterprise. Spike toured France on wheels of clay when it rained frogs. Spike (Snoopy's twin grand-clone) baked bagels by moonlight for the Baron Adminstrator of Chili Jokes Alumni. T'Pol sculpted many Voodo-Doll-Trip's for Anti-Vulcan Day. His luch ran curiously screaming into the lampost of DOOM!. T'Pol nerved-pinched Microsoft's CEO, Barney Rubble. "Pie my eye" said Side-show Luke Perry, whilst being matriculated into "The College of Red-Shirt's Rules of DOOM!"
Nervously, everyone checked their shirts for rabid Hortas. "This is my weirdest eye-popping experience since octupi was eaten. My wormhole causes hyperpolythermonuclear hiccups of MOOD! This just sucks," said someone in the Enterprise warp supporters team. Borg bits and Romulan tips are trashing Chakotay's loveboat exuberantly using Cricketbats, jelly rolls, and chocolate mousse.
"Word," exclaimed PHJ verbosely, "is this ship rainbow-colored? Wurble!" Drugs started pounding the bongos in contemporary Tito Puente rhythms. Spock illogically wept with Jack Nicholson and Adam Sandler because he watched [i:post_uid0]Anger Mangement.[/i:post_uid0] Spock-style is the other martial law style besides key to lime pie. "YUMMMM," groaned Andrew while kissing T'Pol messily. Suddenly, Borg danced X-ratedly for coins while yodeling with McCartney and Lenin. StoryWriters extraordinaire jacked a plotline James Cameron kaputted.
Hoshi. Archer. T'Pol waltzed with chickens while Saxamaphone ran to McDonalds DriveThru to order chicken pot McPies, Neelix-style. Drive on, park upstate, lose your sense of butterflies. Captain Harry Kim rescued Indiana Lee Jones from Pamela Anderson's swimsuit while looking into a green crystal ball. G'Kar, T'Pol, and F'lar conquered DS9 using chopsticks and peanut-butter George W. Bushes. Mom watched television for 47 hours straight, eating pie. Back home in Tuscaloosa, infectious SA'ARS Toyota Coronas sped through some space-hoppers, while Winnie the Pooh and Captain Bligh strolled arm-in-arm into The Double-Duce. Temporal Prime Radiant Directive was modified by vampire...[/color:post_uid0]
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