fenriz275

Has anyone else noticed that all the games now seem to devolve into everyone throwing everyone else off a cliff? What's the deal?

Which member started a game that went straight down the toilet and then kept going?

Peanuts, I'm a fiend for peanuts. I've actually growled like a dog when someone else reached for them.

I want to try them all, but since it's a poll I picked Raktjino, anything that can open the eyes of a hungover Klingon sounds like my kind of stuff, especially at 5am on my way to work.

I drank mineral spirits accidentally once. It actually doesn't have much of a flavor to it, and it's strangely warm.

Ok here's a new game someone helped me come up with, First you ask a question about a member, don't use their name. Then someone answers with who they think you are referring to. Then they do the same. For example:

you would ask - Q. Which member has an assimilated smurf for an avatar?...

...and someone would respond- A. fenriz275,

then they leave a new question/clue about another member. Got it?

Ok here goes...

Which stfmember can respond to threads faster than it takes you to find your backspace key?

I just heard on the news that an ingredient in shampoo (DEA) can cause you to loose brain cells that help you retain memories. So, shampooing your hair can make you seem stupid? HA! I've been shapuing my hare for yeers, and Iym not stoopid. So thair!  :o

O...k... I've a question. How does shampoo seep through your scalp, continue through your skull, into your craniel fluid, then spread into your brain, and thus effected a very specific region, damaging brain cells deep inside the brain?

Perhaps the people who discovered this were skipping that ubercomplicated rinse step? :blink:

Now I kind of want to see Spock of Tuvok dancing around with lampshades on their heads singing karaoke. :blink:

Could I use the word mistaken instead of wrong? Mistaken makes me sound like less of a putz. :unsure:

Go home and go to bed

What's the deal with that little moon cut-out in the door anyway? Is it supposed to help or something?

Very nice, man you have to love the Hubble.

Try using an outhouse with a wasp's nest inside it that you didn't notice until you reached the point of no return. Then try racing against the clock to finish before the wasps notice you're there and all you have to defend yourself with is a 6 year old copy of TV guide.

Dennis Leary, No Cure for Cancer...not music but his ranting just kills me. :unsure:

Honeybun

Actually they do now that you mention it. I doubt there's a connection though just a coincidence.

Snatching the key thrown to him from the air Fenriz slips it into a pocket inside of his shirt. While the crew hurries to retrieve the barrel floating in the water, he disappears below deck, making his way to the Commodore's cabin. Closing the door behind him he walks over to the pile of charts strewn about the floor. After a moment he finds the mysterious map delivered to the Commodore by the silent figure's bird and studies it. Drawing the key from out of his shirt he studies it, a elaborately decorated key with a single small pink jewel in the end of it. The pirate's instincts tell him it may be worth something, to the Commodore at least. Smiling to himself he hears footsteps nearing the door, he returns the key to his pocket and stretches himself out on the Commodore's bunk. Pretending to sleep, he listens as the door is flung open and footsteps too light to belong to the Klingon approach him. Sensing someone standing over him he opens one eye.

Glaring down at him is the Commodore, her eyes flashing.

"Give me the key!" she demands.

"Excuse me?"replies Fenriz, pretending ignorance.

"The key! Give it to me or I'll take it from you along with your hand!" Jeanway threatens.

"I'm afraid I can't just give it to you. I'm without a ship, you've already taken me prisoner, it's the only thing I have left to bargain with."

Jeanway reaches for the pistol in her belt when Fenriz grabs her arm,

"Wait, I might be willing to trade it for something."he offers.

"Trade it? For what?"she asks.

"A kiss."he replies, a roguish grin on his face.

Jeanway steps back, her hand reaching for her pistol, then she stops herself. She grabs Fenriz by his collar pulling him up off the bunk and kisses him, catching the pirate completely offguard. Releasing him he plops down on the edge of the bunk his eyes wide, trying without success to speak.

"I think you have something that is mine." Jeanway says calmly to the pirate.

Fenriz's hand fumbles around inside his shirt, looking for the key. Finding it he holds it out to her and she takes it from his hand, then turns and exits the cabin. Jumping up, Fenriz runs after her only to find the Klingon blocking the door, his arms folded across his chest. The warrior gazes at Fenriz with an amused look on his face rather than his customary glare. After a moment he turns and joins the Commodore up on the deck, Fenriz follows a few moments after, not sure he even cares any longer what's inside the barrel.

If I remember the episode of Ent correctly, Suvok did take a sip of the ale. I think drinking may be a cultural taboo for Vulcans in Ent's era like mind melds. They seem to be acceptable in later centuries as well.

Hey I lost my ship as well Tina, heck my worthless crew didn't even put up a fight. At least you don't have to share a bunk with a disgruntled Klingon.

Tpol is the one character I wouldn't be sorry to see go. She just doesn't interest me that much as a character.

Fenriz watches the dark figure from on the archiac ship bellow his challenge, as he moves quietly behind the Klingon who is growling at the figure balanced on the line stretching between the two ships. Placing his hand on the Klingon's shoulder he speaks quietly to the warrior.

" Steady, this one perhaps is not an enemy. Wait for the Commodore's answer, you serve her as do I."

The Klingon casts a sharp glare at the former Captain then takes a step back, relenting just a breath. Fenriz keeps a watchful eye on the other ships occupants and the Commodre of the Enterprise, whatever her decision, things certainly seem to be getting interesting. Fenriz' hand goes to his saber hanging at his waist and rests there, thankful he keeps it sharp.

" Yes, things are becoming very interesting..." Fenriz whispers to himself.

Not funny

What if they off the whole cast? Enterprise take 2 for season 4? Eek!

Ex-Captain Fenriz watches the Commodore of the Enterprise make her way to the aft of the ship, followed by her Klingon lackey. Going over the unusual exchange between her and the bird earlier his curiosity is peaked, already enthralled with the woman and the cryptic mission she's on, he mulls over a plan to distract that lumbering goon she has guarding her. Pulling an orange he liberated from a sleeping rum-addled sailor earlier he tosses it on the deck. Several half-crazed and starving cutthroats see it simultaneously and a viscious brawl erupts. From aft of the ship comes a growl followed by the Klingon, intent on ending this fight his way. Letting him pass and smiling at his success, Fenriz bows to the now occupied Klingon and then makes his way aft.

WeareBorg be gittin' tied to the main mast til he refers to hisself in the singular, ye be but one bucko nay a bunch ye collective brained loon.

Harry Kim be assigned to the galley ta pick the weevils out o' the moldy bread.

Nemesis be sent of a the plank cause the sharks like canadian bait, kick wit yer feet lad and maybe they'll not bite ya, much.

Here be 3 more for ye sadistic delight, ye trek ma scoundrels ye.

Fat Elvis

Skinny Elvis

Elvis Costello