 Reynard: Now look here, I happen to have known many IT people who were helpful and personable and from Earth. |  Agent_Moldy: ♪ Ray Corrigan! What is it? Ray Corrigan! What is it Youuuuu wannnnt it alllll but you can't haaave it...♪ |  Jazzsoda: The high-tech vibe of the cockpit is tarnished somewhat by the lamp with the "Cats Playing Baseball" lampshade Sgt Collins brought from home.  GuloGulo: Thanks to this speedometer design, an entire generation believed that if you went faster than 59 mph you stopped. Agent_Moldy: Okay, stop me if you've heard this one. So Kate Moss, Lara Flynn Boyle, Calista Flockhart, and Keira Knightley all step on a scale...  E_B_A: "Look... you can make all the snide remarks you want, but when I need to access my nipples, I don't want to be slowed down by anything..."  E_B_A: "I said 'Lunch,' not 'Launch!'" "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "No... seriously... we just killed fifteen members of our maintenance crew who were working below the rocket." "HA HA HA HA HA!"  MonsterGoGo: "Why're you back so soon? Where the hell is Ted?" *headless body tumbles down stairs* "We forgot our helmets."  E_B_A: But eventually the jokes just got tired and the men became seriously interested in studying Uranus... ...deeply probing the inner depths of Uranus with an intense passion about opening Uranus up to the world.  MonsterGoGo: "What with the skirts?" "NASA wants em around to make sure we're taken care of." "What!? Like we need a buncha females hovering around us *tries to eat with handle end of fork* What the fuck is wrong with this spoon!"  Jazzsoda: *leans against exposed beam* *creaaaaaaak* *entire bridge pancakes* *guy on crapper upstairs drops into view* *credits roll rapidly*  Seltaeb: That machine in the background does nothing. It just holds spare knobs for all the other machines.  Reynard: "That'll do, pig. I said, that'll do! PIG...please, that'll do! Oh my god...*pukes behind desk*"  JediClone: In space, you one can hear you play chess. "Checkmate!" "What?" "I win! Game Over!" "Huh? Could you speak up?"  Seltaeb: Every other grab could be a Rube Goldberg invention.  Seltaeb: Back to the egg.  E_B_A: Sure the alien beast was bumping the crew members off one-by-one, but then they remembered it was a new-born, and with the installation of a few baby gates, safety was restored.  Jazzsoda: Eventually, the spot behind the washing machine became such a popular masturbation location that a line formed, which kind of defeated the whole purpose of masturbating behind the washing machine in the first place.  MonsterGoGo: "Ralph Nader?" "I'm a space pirate now. Your ship belongs to me." "What? We would never surrender to one man!" "One man? Raiders! *Nader's Raiders burst in through the windows before being sucked back into space*  InsideOutMan: "Okay, boys. Lets go show them whose sauna this is."  Seltaeb: *wastes two more crew members* "I said, are you ready to ROCK?!?!?"  E_B_A: "Dammit! If we're both going as Spy Vs. Spy for Halloween, one of us should at least dress as the black spy."  Seltaeb: Who goes into a styling salon and asks for the Lucy Van Pelt?  Jazzsoda: ane's boyfriend back home was like a ghost in the room that kept their relationship from going anywhere. That, and the fact that she was ugly like Bosnian porno is ugly. That too.  Soozcat: If I know the 1950s, by the time he's done getting swaddled for space he won't be able to put his arms down.  Jazzsoda: *bang bang* "Keep it down in there! I can hear the bass through the wall!" "Okaaay! Pfft. Whatever."
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♪ thewoooorldaroundtheworld  Hippie: *Goldfish swims around head*  WB: Crap, NOW I remember where I put my fudge brownie.  InsideOutMan: "If you ask me how IVs can work in a weightless environment one more time I'm gonna administer 10 miligrams of clipboard to your head, stat!"  Reynard: "I'm afraid it's space mumps, dearie. You'll have to stay in bed for a couple of days. Oh, and have your phaser ready for when they hatch."  Seltaeb: Getting ready for the space 3-point contest, I see.  Reynard: I came home to the bridge the other night and found my girlfriend's crew dumping all my stuff out of the airlock. Shoulda known these space relationships are never a good idea.  HanoverF: It wasn't a monster, it was Hugh Laurie all along. Now don't you all feel silly? |
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