Mr Chek ov Pull up the Can ola G. Scan of Fee Bee Lui.

I'm a huge ST fan, and I love doing parodies. I will stop if it is objectionable to enough people. Or maybe I'll call myself len peat and keep right on.

Sulu: "Chekov! Behind you! A huge spider!"
Chekov whils around, sees nothing. Sulu snickers into his hand.
"Possibly you remember Russian proverb about boy who cried volf", snarled Chekov, "the willagers catch boy in alley later and beat him to a pulp."
"That's not how it happened", said Sulu in a shaky voice.
Chekov: "It did in Russia!"
"The ship, gentlemen, where is that damned ship?" Kirk shouts.
Spock taps his viewscreen, causing it to flicker. Mutters a curse he picked up from his Romulan cousin. "Gone, sir. Nothing but an ion trail to mark where they left."
"hmpf", McCoy snorted. "sounds like a tom cat. I'd say maybe they were Kilrathi, but this is the wrong storyline for them."
Kirk: "Sulu, plot a course following that ion trail. Mr. Scott, I'm gonna need all the power you can muster. Spock, you man the long range scanners and tell me when you sight that ship. Uhura, come sit on my lap."
Thus ready for anything, the intrepid captain waits for new developments...

HaHa, to many people find to many things offensive! Do your thing maclean!

"Blood", intoned Spock, gravely, peering thru a magnifying glass. "Definitely blood".
McCoy: "What do you expect from a paper cut, wine? When you are done communing with your finger, we could use a little help on the long-range scanners, you ADHD-riddled leprechaun. The Cobalt60-neodymium doo-hickey is out of alignment or fractured or something. Probably shoddy Vulcan parts again."
Sulu: "I'll align your doo-hickey anytime, doctor. Or yours, Spock, for that matter".
Spock: (snarls) "I'll align your spine with a --"
McCoy: (snarls, curls upper lip) "Just try it, me bucko!"
Kirk: "Gentlemen (and I use that term loosely), fun and games later. We still have a missing ship to find."

I know that some peeps may get annoyed with Lenny, but I'm all for posting when it is entertaining to the community and I see people laughing and having a good time! The forum is many things to the game of Simcountry. It is a place to discuss the game, issues players are having, and a form of socialization amongst players.

And Serpent, I'm not sure what you mean by your statement, but yes, I and others do find FILTH, consistent game bashing and harassment offensive. But then what one may find offensive, another may not. It is a matter of perspective and who is the recipient. This is where RESPECT for others comes into play.

Freedom of speech shouldn't stop anyone; there should be a SC Court for insults lol, but there shouldn't be any issues with Lenpeat or Maclean.

I at least am confining my literary works (Parodies) to this one thread, and by now, everyone knows it, either to enjoy or to avoid this thread if they don't like it, because that is all that is going to appear on this thread, pretty much. Ok, today I did do a "me too" post in tongues on another thread, but that was to prove a point...
anyway, enjoy.
Or not.

Red shirt:

Red shirt: (shoots self in head with phaser)

He must knew he was to die when they beam down to the planet. Kirk clones another, reuses other's red shirt. Recycle man! lol

we name him red shirt #2. continue on.

Kirk: " This planet sux! send down red shirt #2! we need a sacraficial lamb!"
(tranporter effect; RS2 beams down) " at your orders, cap-- AAAGGGGHHHH!!! (rs2 is gutted by a Gorn)
Kirk: "Send another red shirt!"
Spock: " Captain, it appears there is an incipient mutiny aboard ship, among the security personnell. something about lost causes, and futility, and home to mama. I didn't get all of it. Suffice it to say, you may be lacking in volunteers".
Kirk: " Send one immediately!"
(rs3 beams down, is phasered by a Gorn)
(rs4 beams down, runs away, and is vaporized by Kirk for cowardice)
Chekov: "send down vun from science team!"
( a blue shirt from science beams down, looks around)
Blue shirt: "How may I help you, Captain?"
Kirk: "Put on this shirt". (Holds up a red shirt, soaked in blood and gore)
Blue shirt: " Ummm..."
Kirk: "Now, dammit!" ( blue shirt pulls on the red shirt, becoming rs4)
(rs4 is immediately swallowed by a giant venus fly-trap plant).
Kirk: "Dammit, Bones, do something!
McCoy; "He's dead, Jim".
Chekov: "So vonderful to have you here to tell us these things... Any more wolunteers?"
(Static coming over the comm, punctuated by muffled shouts of "...didnt sign on for this crap!... leave em there, let's get out of here!...giant cluster fu..."
Spock: " Captain, I fear there is a difference of opinion as to the validity of continuing this mission."
What next? stay tuned...