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What method would you use to kill Scrappy Doo?

Here ya go!

For just five dollars a month you can foster a Cylon. With your help they can lead a healthy, productive life... The downside is of course that that life does involve the eventual slaughter of everyone you know and love...But show you care. Give Today!

Who'd you rather be? A ) Jack Bauer <24> B ) Brock Samson <The Venture Bros>

Admit it...you've had worse looking dates.

Dude, forget the gaps, there's a one word description of lucas dumping on Star Wars for no reason. Midichlorians Here endeth the lesson.

We're doomed dude. That's all there is to it. Doomed. However I'm going to just enjoy it as long as I can. There are two death of trek scenarios... One: Trek fans will slowly die off into something weird till one day we're like those I love Lucy fans and then poof, we're gone. Two: The franchise gets re-invented, trek becomes "cool" but we get cast off like people clinging to the past. Trek as we know it dies but a new one gets reborn. We are lost. We're the people who argued for ages why klingons changed their headgear. We wanted to know when Sisko would come back. We are lost. Full stop. But we're the happy lost.

Yeah and i'm getting signs of carpal tunnel and I'm not even as big a geek as I could be...I've got so much to give damnit!

Heh, you confused me even more by writing 3/11. Was wondering at first before I read the post why you were warning us about a 3rd of november clock change! :blink:

Dim sum is fried gold.

sweet bajeebus. Thats the kind of game you dream about.

Dude there are. They're just not very palatable! Believe me. Back home in Hong Kong if you ever have a stay in a hospital where you get a choice of the western or chinese breakfast, don't be heroic. Otherwise you get stuck with something called congee, a horrible porridge-like substance. Urrrg! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Congee Oh and Dim Sum is supposed to only be a lunchtime thing like having a sandwich. Its really less often that locals order it at any other time. But more importantly, I'm going on my brother's stag night in Amsterdam in April and I have no idea what to say to stop my girlfriend giving me evil looks about it! :blink:

My brain hurts

Okay the boy has to die! You can't let him live! I don't care if its in his contract to do a three picture deal. And tell Scorsese I'm not afraid of him or his goons.

Two Rejected Mcdonalds Slogans: "Rodents Make It Magic" "I'm Lovin' Rat!"

Oh man, hungover as hell. Kill me now!

Heh, go on wikipedia. Look up "Pope". I'm sure you'll find quite a few examples right there. :P Can I help it if its true?! ;) But yeah even I found Kai a bit too obviously evil.

I once knew a guy, for some weird reason horses got his gears a goin'.

I love the moral of the chinese new year animal race fable. To win the race you don't have to be strong or hardworking, you just need to ride on some poor git's back till you get to where you want to be.

Woke up my girl with chocolates, flowers and champagne plus breakfast. Watched a mushy flick with her before taking her out on the town. Ladies, do I pass?

Shrug, bah! I swear I laughed by the time she had her hundredth "Oh we're allowed to be mean cos the cardassians were mean to us" speech. ;)

But honestly, could Major Kira ever get that bug out her butt? I don't blame Nana Visitor, her acting was pretty damn solid, but whenever the writers wrote an episode dealing entirely with a Bajoran issue she became a royal pain in my own backside.

Yeah dude, we know! Beware, for even now the angry mob is assembling ;)

Best wishes from Images. Hope all goes well. ;)

We feel free when we escape -- even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire. - Eric Hoffer Every member of Excalibur's knights in golden shirts, the security team, was hard at work. The continuing safety of the ship, their goal. Lieutenant J.G. Atticus Segami, their temporary "fearless leader", stood his post at the bridge's main tactical console studying their recent encounter with the Scorpiads. Noting the extensive damage to their defensive systems, it looked bad and it seemed for the time being that their enemy's weaponry was even stronger than anticipated. At the same time as this worried wondering took place, Lieutenant J.G. "Left Ear" JoNs exited the turbolift to deck 19 and was moving quickly back toward the main security offices where she had left Ensign Doug. He was in there completing an inventory of their weapons stock whilst waiting for the team to meet up and talk. The Catian flexed her paw as she walked, careful not to spring the illegal wrist weapon she'd retrieved from her quarters. Further on down the hallway was Excalibur's brig: a place for reprobates, criminals and all those who'd cause a danger to the ship. A place where Chief Segami had minutes ago sent J'Ai, a guest of theirs who was begin was beginning to outlive his welcome in a big way. Ensign Victria, the Al-Ucardian member of their team was delivering him to the drone on duty. He filled out the paperwork with the same air one fills out a crossword puzzle, irritated and unfulfilled, a grumble always occurring every few seconds. J'Ai on the other hand stood motionless. His dark eyes were blank and empty. The expression was beyond mere terror, beyond petty fear. It was catatonic stare, the look of a man who has not only reached the end of the line but has peeked to see what's past it. "I'd watch him if I were you. There is more to him than we know," Victria noted dryly to the brig officer, who mumbled a "yeah yeah" as he poked at his PADD. Victria studied J'Ai for another moment, then smiled a sharp-toothed goodbye to the frightened youth and slipped back into Main Security through the connecting passageway. When the door closed behind the slender figure of Victria, time dragged to a crawl in the mind of the prisoner. Something about that satisfied smile of hers and that proud walk triggered something in the man. It was something primal, angry and hell-bent on survival. The quick, morse-code-like tapping of the brig officer's pen on the report PADD began to sound closer to the dreadfully slow tick…tock…tick…tock of a grandfather clock. As the minutes passed something in the man's brain slowly snapped, like a rope that unravels under too much weight. Blood rushed through his veins faster and faster and a vicious anger pulsated through him like electricity through a wire. Suddenly as it reached its zenith, J'Ai did what he needed to do. He slammed his palm into the nose of the man who viewed putting him in a jail cell as a mere chore. The officer let out a surprised cry of pain as red poured down his chin but was silenced as another punch to the face sent him to the floor. A hundred feet away, Left Ear's ears pricked as she heard the blood curdling yelp echo on the processed air... With his man down, the prisoner took his chance to grab the officer's phaser off the floor and bolted out the door away from captivity. Freedom was at hand. Victria's warning to the now unconscious guard had bore fruit so soon it would almost seem farcical if a prisoner wasn't now crazed and armed. One might find it almost just as humorous, if not lucky, that Ensign Doug had chosen this exact moment to leave security and go to the bathroom and now simply stared as a man stepped into the corridor in a bloodstained tunic. "Freeze!" he screamed. J'Ai ran. Doug followed suit. Like a terrier must always chase a moving car, a cop must always chase any wanted man who goes for a jog covered in someone else's bodily fluids. Out of direct eyesight but not far behind, the Caitian lieutenant began moving more cautiously. Wary of what might be going on, she stopped just outside the entrance to the main security offices and palmed the door open cautiously. She found herself face to face with Victria. The Al-Ucard was wearing a slightly bemused smile. "Was that trouble, I heard?" Her icy gaze shifted briefly to the corridor. "Aye, It would appear so." JoNs glanced at Victria. "I'm not entirely sure what I sensed though." "I bet I can guess..." Her gaze shifted in the direction of the brig and she gave Left Ear a significant look. "I just left J'Ai there to be placed in a cell." As fate would have it, at this moment a low moan could be heard coming from that room in question, and like greased-lightning the pair were moving down the secure passageway that linked the two areas. As they got close to "the hallowed hall of holding cells", Victria twitched as she sniffed the air. "I smell... blood," she said. Despite the uncertainty of the situation, JoNs quipped. "You smell blood? Well, remember, you have to watch your intake. Don't gorge." The Al-Ucardian snorted at JoNs' comment, but didn't respond. They took a few more steps forward and opened the security entrance with their keycards before taking in the gruesome scene. The brig officer was lying on the floor, still alive but very hurt. His breathing was shallow and his nose was clearly broken. Like Victria had predicted, blood was dribbling out over the floor in torrents and things had obviously gone wrong. JoNs' tail started to swish in agitation. "Okay, this is not good. Are you in the mood for some tracking?" She fixed her partner with a smirk. "I think our bird has flown the coop." Ignoring the injured guard, Victria headed to the brig door, pausing to get a sense of the corridor. "I can also smell our new security officer." She said "All fresh and new and squeaky clean. They both went this way." Chuckling, she headed into the hallway in pursuit. Left Ear nodded in affirmation and followed, her adrenaline starting to spike. Doug meanwhile, was gaining on his target fast. Though the irritating cliché of pedestrians constantly getting in his way hampered his process, the distance between him and J'Ai was decreasing rapidly. The guy was his. J'Ai knew he was being followed closely. He could hear the footsteps only a couple dozen feet behind him and knew there was only way out. So immediately he stopped his fleeing, turned around to face his shadow and stood perfectly still. "Please drop the weapon," Doug said calmly as he approached. "I won't hurt you if you drop the weapon. I will try to make things go easier for you." But no convincing seemed to be needed, J'Ai's voice took on a strange, unexpected, soft tone. "Of course officer. I will come quietly," he stated, bending over to daintily place his stolen phaser on the ground. He then held his arms out towards Doug. "Please take me away." Doug moved warily closer. The rest of the security team were not far behind. By now they'd called Atticus up on the bridge and told him the situation to which he'd replied simply, "hunt the bastard down". If he could see the situation he may have thought they were taking it too literally. JoNs had actually reverted to a stalking type of pursuit, moving quickly on all fours, keeping pace with Victria as the women tracked the escapee J'Ai and his pursuer Doug through the confines of Deck 19. The corridor was not particularly crowded, but the few scattered crewmen that lined the walls left a perfect trail of the chase that they sensed, but could not see. Victria glanced briefly at the feline form beside her, jogging effortlessly and dodging any stray people that were foolish enough to be in the way. As she sensed they were close, Lieutenant JoNs rose to her full height on the run and triggered the pressure release of her forearm holster, sending her non-regulation weapon flying into a paw; she kept it pointed downward. "Thank you." Doug said, as he took soft, slow steps forward. He moved nearer and nearer hoping to get within proximity to incapacitate the troublemaker. JoNs and Victria rounded the corridor a few moments later, the two of them closing in as well. Seeing his chances for escape diminish even further with the addition of two more officers, J'Ai acted before anyone could stop him. Striking with a frightening speed, the wild eyed fugitive clutched the ensign round the throat hard with both hands. With the strength of a wounded beast, his iron grip cut off Doug's breath completely and the excruciating pain it caused prevented any resistance. He roughly shoved his would-be pursuer against the wall. The "sad young man" they'd found, almost unrecognizable. "Like, HELL I'll go with you Starfleet," he growled menacingly. "Please let me go this won't solve any thing," Doug tried to plead though choked breaths. With a low growl JoNs aimed her small type 1 phaser at the enraged prisoner, hanging back a bit, keeping Victria out of her line of site. She waited for an opportunity to fire. "Flight is a pointless and misplaced measure," Victria ventured as she inched forward. "Unlike the Al-Ucard, the Federation does not torture and kill its 'guests'." "You think I believe that?" J'Ai shrieked. "Look at my face!" He turned his head and the bruises Atticus had bestowed upon him during the away mission were very apparent. His right eye and cheek were still swollen, glaringly black and blue. "Your boss is a lunatic, and you, you're no better!" He hissed at her before turning back to look at the man in his grasp. "Please let me go." Doug said, voice almost a whisper. "I will try to do my best for you. Holding me won't solve this. I will speak to the Command Staff on your behalf." JoNs stayed back a bit, letting the Al-Ucardian negotiate. She alternately watched Victria, J'Ai and Doug, fully intending to shoot J'Ai if he elevated his attack on Doug. Like most Mexican stand-offs the absence of Mexicans wasn't noted. Doug continued to try and reason with the man who was hurting him. "Please I will do it myself. You have my word. I'm not lying." "You'd really do that?" J'Ai's voice dripped with mock sincerity. "Oh I truly deeply trust you now! Let me show my gratitude." Without any other warning, he headbutted Doug very hard. An audible crack was heard as their brows met. People instinctively moved forward but the hostage-taker screamed. "Back off!" He was beginning to crack. "I want out! Okay?! I Want off this ship! Let me off this ship now or…I…I break his neck! Okay?!" "He isn't lying," Victria purred, a lift of her chin to indicate Doug. "You have a born and bred true-to-life Starfleet officer right there in your grasp and he still wants to help you." She didn't bother to hide the contempt in her voice as she inched ever closer. "You'll only make it worse for yourself." "I said back off!!!" He yelled, his control failing. Victria glanced briefly to JoNs to gauge her position. Left Ear was the superior officer of the three of them, after all, and would be the one to take the shot when it was time. Left Ear held her fire, however, waiting until Victria got a bit closer to the escapee. Her slight nod to Victria indicated her intentions. As quickly as it left, Victria's attention shifted back to J'Ai and Doug in his his grasp. Knowing a preparation to strike when he saw it, J'Ai spun Doug round to face them. Putting him in front as a shield, he kept his arm tightly around Doug's throat which was now quite red from abuse. "Please... I told you I would help you," Doug pleaded. "One of our rules of Starfleet is to tell the truth, whether that would be personal truth or duty. I would never lie when I'm on duty unless ordered by a Captain and I have none such orders right now." "I... I... I don't wanna die..." J'Ai cried out, breaking into uncontrollable sobs. "You won't... we'll see to it," Doug reassured the man who was 10 pounds of pressure away from killing him. "Now let me go and I will contact the Captain." But J'Ai wasn't even listening. Tears streamed down his face as he stared into nowhere, his sanity gone briefly. Taking advantage of this distraction, JoNs took a shot at J'Ai's exposed right knee. He screamed and hit the floor with a thump, letting go of Doug in the process. The phaser fire seemed to awaken him and he frantically tried to crawl away, but to no avail. A pathetic sight. Doug moved off and drew his phaser, pointing it at the squirming heap, but the Caitian lieutenant put a paw up as she started moving. "Ensign Doug! Hold your fire - cover the prisoner only. He's done..." The new man followed the order. "I told him he wouldn't die and I keep my word." "Noooooooo! Noooooooo!" J'Ai screeched. The voice was manic, awful to hear. The cries were soon silenced though as he buried his face in the hallway carpet. Moving past Doug, Victria approached J'Ai and lifted him off the floor by the back of his tunic. She slammed him into one of the walls, the reverberation of it causing JoNs to wince as it echoed through the corridor. Victria held him there with one hand, glancing to Doug. "You didn't happen to bring restraints with you, did you?" "I've been held hostage. Of course not!" He answered, slightly annoyed. JoNs spoke quietly. "The three of us can handle him without them, I am sure." She motioned with her personal phaser back down the corridor. "I'll take the rear, keeping the weapon on him. Doug, take point. Victria, escort the prisoner." They began to move into position as it became clear what J'Ai was saying to himself, over and over again. "He'll...Kill me. He'll kill me..." "No I won't," Doug said. "Not you..." J'Ai gasped. "Himmmmm..." "Who?" JoNs asked, gazing warily at J'Ai. But J'Ai didn't answer. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out, falling into Victria's waiting arms.