Shit, the rotor turbines in every 'zig' are overloading. This is worse than that time I rounded up that anti-cornholing posse.
Blast, now Captain Plowass will be able to find us. I should launch you into the air and shoot you, but I need you to shut Tobor down.
RARR!! TOBOR WILL CORNHOLE YOU LIKE MARY WORTH!!! DO YOU WANT SOME MOH? TOBOR GIVE YOU SOME MOH!!!!
I believe the you mean to ask "Do you want some more?". I'd point out your other grammatical errors, but I have to go point out continuity errors in the "Why did the chicken cross the road" film.
Most of the strips on this site don't have a coherent punchline...
I know Commander Riker is covering for our little "beam Jesus into deep space" incident, but what are we doing here?
The Romans have managed to steal some of our technology, and are using it to maintain their empire. Data, it's up to you to destroy the Roman empire.
I assume I have the Enterprise's resources at my disposal, Captain?
All we can spare are the PickMaster 3000 electric nosepicker, some dryer lint, and Counsellor Troi.
You expect me to destroy an entire empire with just the three most useless items on the ship?
It could be worse. Worf is supposed to cure cancer with only a rubber band and Wesley Crusher. I wish we hadn't used up our budget on that epic space battle.
Ms. Peters is supposed to be hit by a truck today. Have you prepared her personal hell?
We're working on it, but we're having trouble finding something worse than the life she's currently living. I mean, she looks like a man, and teaches these smartass kids...