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. "
LTS Join Date : September 2010. Boldly going forward because Cryptic forgot reverse.
I am currenty unsupervised, anyone who knows me will inform you that this will likely lead to trouble.=3
As I grind through the valley of XP, I shall fear no nerf.