[mudshark]

[color=#000000ost_uid0][quoteost_uid0]Archer: Well, here it is. Open the pod door, Mal.
Reed: I'm sorry, sir, I can't do that. [/quoteost_uid0]
[quoteost_uid0]T'Pol: Welcome, so to speak. Before we begin, did Dr. Phlox give you anything for your headache?
Cole: He said it was an Advil, but then it started singing to me.
T'Pol: Let me see the container... "Made in Napannee." This is an Avril.
Cole: I was wondering why a pill would be wearing a tie. [/quoteost_uid0] :lol:
[quoteost_uid0]... a Hayesy shade of winter? [/quoteost_uid0]Oooo ...
[quoteost_uid0]T'Pol: It is time I told you something. Sim told me he loved me.
Tucker: Whoa. How do you feel about that?
T'Pol: Perhaps the sound of my robe dropping to the floor will answer your question.
Tucker: I don't get it. Is it subtle or -- MMMPH!
Unresolved Sexual Tension: GAK!
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Phlox: Yes! YES! I knew it! Hahahaha! Record, my pretties, record!
Sphere-Builder: This seems as good an opportunity to knock you out and escape as any.
Phlox: Sure, just a sec... there, I've got it on auto-record. Knock yourself out.
Sphere-Builder: I --
Phlox: You know what I mean. [/quoteost_uid0] and
[quoteost_uid0]T'Pol: Good morning after, Commander. I trust you are feeling Platonic; I certainly am.
Tucker: What? We can't just forget last night happened!
T'Pol: You're right. Now that I think of it, there was something else important in that conversation with Sim. I made him a promise.
Tucker: An' what promise would that -- SHEEEEEYYYAAAAAAAAAAAARRGGGH!
T'Pol: I suggest you see Dr. Phlox. Crotches are among his specialties. [/quoteost_uid0] :O

Good again, [bost_uid0]Z.[/bost_uid0]
[quoteost_uid0] You should see the blurbs I rejected for this one. [/quoteost_uid0]I guess you'll have to let us have a peek at some of them, then, eh? [/colorost_uid0]