[NAHTMMM]

Admiral Ross: Hi, I'm your new recurring character.
Sisko: I didn't order one of those.
Admiral Ross: How odd. Like my old admiral uniform?
Sisko: No, it clashes with everything.

Heeheehee

Nog: GAH! Why no chairs in here?
O'Brien: I believe it's a time to stand, cadet.
Nog: Phaser please, that was just too bad.
Bashir: Give over, at least you don't have Sickbay in your quarters.
O'Brien: You're sleeping in Sickbay? Such dedicated professionalism from --
Bashir: Kill him.

The Overmind: Excellent job with the eradication of the Terrans. Now do it again, once more, with feeling.
Cerebrate: I am NOT turning this into a musical.

:mrgreen:

Zeke: (from inside his coating of ice) MMMmnnGHMmmpfNNNGHGH!
IJD: I didn't quite catch that.
Derek: He's saying something about pain and bodily damage. He sounds pretty agitated too.


Kira: Okay, that's helpful to know.
Narrator: ...mercifully unaware of the horrific fate that Fate had in store for them!
Kira: Unsettling, mind you, but helpful.


Marc: I'd also like to point out that on the hightway we were driving in daylight but that here it's the middle of the night. I'm suprised nobody noticed that little detail.
Zeke: I noticed. Everything is pitch black!
Marc: That's because you're still hiding under the seat.
Zeke: Oh.


IJD: Will somebody please explain what's going on here? You make it sound like we're being attacked by stock footage.
Marc: We are. It was all I could afford on the ridiculously low budget I was given to produce my part of our adventure.

:mrgreen: :mrgreen:

Suspense: SNAP!
(CRASH!)
Zeke: Ow!
Kira: Oooh, that's gotta hurt.