You stand at your neighbors letter box waiting for that important subspace message. Until security turns up.
Enter elevators and say " Transporter Room. "
Phone in sick due to First Contact Day being a holiday.
Walk into a computer shop dressed as a Borg and report to the front counter for instructions.
You refuse to wear red T-shirts.
While waiting in long lines, you pull out a salt shaker and scan everyone making tricorder noises.
You turn to your girlfriend in bed and say " Make it so. "
Join Date : September 2010. Still boldly going forward because Cryptic didn't install reverse.
Warning : I am currently unsupervised. Anyone who knows me will inform you that this will most likely lead to trouble. =3