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couldn't even get suicide right. way to go, space dilbert.
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sometimes I eat a raw potato while crying & sitting on the toilet. most of the time I don't fall off or bite my tongue.
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Jan 4, 2014 21:53
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"oh crap, we forgot to write a script... uh, lets just write up forty five pages of O'Brien having something he cherishes taken from him." -every writer who ever worked on DS9
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Jan 4, 2014 22:49
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*drop phaser on foot, arm falls off*
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Jan 5, 2014 03:58
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Volcott posted:Why join Starfleet and risk getting your poo poo slapped when you can just build a small holodeck in your den and bone historical figures all day? We never get an idea of how big the federation's population really is, so for all we know there are like ten trillion fat slobs doing just that while a tiny minority of people go around getting poo poo done/accidentally rewriting history every fifteen minutes.
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Vernii posted:I wouldn't think so. Everytime we've seen a federation colony it generally seems to be pretty boring and usually agrarian. Holodecks are probably one of those things that only exists in Starfleet/government facilities in the Federation, since they're a bunch of moralistic twits and it'd be entirely in-character for them to get their panties in a twist over their civilian population wanting to waste away in the holosex box. Section 31 was actually created to run a giant disinfo campaign which has the aim of hiding the Federation's crippling porno fatty problem from its enemies.
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Jan 5, 2014 07:20
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Ds9 true end O'Brien: computer, end program. so thaas wut it would be loik if i were a gormless bellend, lol.
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Jan 5, 2014 22:46
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Tiberius Christ posted:bashir to obrien Haha
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Jan 6, 2014 01:14
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duck monster posted:Data, what about you? Up for a game of poker? O'Brien: hello all, I know I wasn't invited, but I thought I might crash the party. Brought some Romulan ale! Stephen Hawking: *types furiously* LEAVE THE BOTTLE AND GO KISS THE BLARNEY STONE ON ITS DICK rear end-TURD.
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Jan 6, 2014 06:34
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Got depressed and tried to off myself not because I killed a man, but because I can never kill him again.
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Jan 6, 2014 09:18
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FIRST DAY AT THE OFFICE O'Brien: So, this is Deep Space 9. I think we're going to like it here, eh Keik... *Sisko storms into the promenade. He grabs a shopkeep at random* Sisko: Baseball! O'Brien: ...o? *Sisko turns on his heels, now weeping* Sisko: I loved her but love cannot TURN. back. TIME. *Sisko decks a random woman then, laughing hysterically, clambers atop a table* Sisko: JAM-BA-LA-YA!!! O'Brien: I've made a terrible mistake. *Curb Your Enthusiasm theme starts playing, cut to credits.*
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Jan 6, 2014 22:10
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Evil Sagan posted:I'm Miles O'Brien posting in a thread with a bunch of other people being me and posting about being me; this isn't even the weirdest identity crisis I've experienced. All us O'Briens are really conflicted about whether we'd rather be the one O'Brien who lives to see the rest of us killed off in a horrifying fashion, or if it would be better to just let this torture finally end. Jaysus.
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Jan 7, 2014 01:00
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Koil posted:Start by beaming that horrible robot into space. As far as possible. Teleport the damnable cat into space, then fire Data out the torpedo bank at it. Let's see you write a poem about that, you chalky abomination.
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Jan 7, 2014 01:22
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*Molly leaps into a strange portal on picnic planet* MILES: Dammit, they were both supposed to jump into the anomaly. Still, got rid of half my problems. Something going even half right in my life is actually really unlikely, statistically speaking. I mean, it's... *Molly returns as an adolescent caveman autist* MILES: ...wait, no, yeah. There's the ol' O'Brien luck.
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