Not yet…It will be my summer project. 
Keep up the good limericky work!
Young… lady? Cervaise? Am I missing something?
Maybe I am…
That’s why they call me Hitler!
Okay, if Cervaise doesn’t post soon to clear this up, we’re going to have to send NCB in to find out for us.
Locked and loaded, Baby!
We who are about to die, salute you.
Halo. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Eww… change your location.
I don’t want anything from my location in your location.
So this is how bile tastes… yeck.
.l…
…l.
If you are, then so am I.
Ummm…Cervaise? Please respond.
Let’s give them a little more time…
Yeah … enough time to get assimilated by the Borg!
Uh, that’s Khan, tracer.
Well, while we’re waiting for Cervaise to show up and confirm who’s missing what (wow, that phrase could be interpreted a couple of different ways), here’s the last of my character limericks. Malcolm gets the honor of going last. Oh, and I still have not seen the season finale, because the VCR was set incorrectly last week. But I will make sure I get it tonight.
Enough prologue. On to the silliness.
The phase cannon Lieutenant Reed tweeks
So that maximum havok it wreaks
But he’d seem less a twit
If he tried just a bit
To remove the pole stuck 'tween his cheeks
Linus, you are promoted! To what, I don’t know.
At least you had the decency not to say “the T’Pol stuck 'tween his cheeks…”
I am so far from decent. But only on this Board.
I have some class, viva. How much might be a matter of debate, but I have some. Somewhere. Way down. Deep.
Woohoo! A promotion! I hereby proclaim myself…uh…well…hmm…
A little help here?
What could I be…
I hereby dub thee the Morale Officer.
Cool. Morale Officer…
Wait a minute…
Neelix was the Morale Officer.
Hey! :dubious:
Promotion to Chef might be nice…but then nobody would ever get to see your face.
But he’s be able to sing great.