Hey Trek Dopers,
Give us some ideas to work on if you don’t want to do a song yourself. Maybe we can flesh something out.
Of course you’d want to “FLESH” it out, Panda-lover. 
Did you know?
I found out we have a Doper named Goo.
I’m quite sure I told you about that Doper in some previous thread, like, you know, a few weeks ago. Anyhoo, shall we be expecting a visit from this Goo?
I get visited nightly by Goo in my pandalicious dreams.
TMI?
Not Too Much for me. [hitches up pants, nods knowingly, narrows eyes] Yes, sonny, I’ve been around for a while now. It’s getting pretty hard for this old world to shock this little gal anymore.
So you’re fine with the decon dream with me, you, and Kn*ckers then?
I’m cool with that, as long as there’s no Porthos…
Haven’t you heard? Viva killed Porthos in another thread.
Once you go dead puppy, you’ll never go back.
Damn, NCB every time I think I’m creepier than you are, you up the ante. I just can’t beat beastial necrophilia.
Or did you not mean it that way? Because if you didn’t, then I win!
Shoot, phone’s ringing. You’d think I had a job to do, or somethin’.
I, too, have no problem with menage a Doper scenarios.
It is all EnCeeBee’s doing, of course.
Man, we must be the dirtiest bunch of sci-fi dweebs on earth.
It’s sad, really.
Hey, Girls!
I found me a real squishy dead puppy!
Wanna roll around in something really smelly?
Is it Friday yet?
Why is Carniverousplant such a dweeb? He actually likes DS-9’s mirror episodes! I must write a song about that.
Be back soonish…
:dubious:
I will not dignify that with a response.
Oh, shit - I just did.
Okay, here’s a dumb little one I threw together. Minor spoilers in this post. Just warning you.
“Non-Emotion”
to the tune of “Loco-motion” by Kylie Minogue
[ original lyrics | MIDI - Good but takes 25 seconds to get started (from here) ]
My father was a Vulcan and I follow the custom.
(Come on baby, do the non-emotion.)
You humans have emotions, and that’s sure to disgust 'em.
(Come on baby, do the non-emotion.)
Destroy all of your feelings with the Kolinahr.
Just try to keep your distance when I go through Pon Farr.
So come on, come on, lose all your emotion with me.
You gotta raise your eyebrow.
Come on baby, look blank, don’t smile.
Oh well I think this’ll take a while. Oh…
Your happiness and sadness both require a purgin’.
(Come on baby. Show logic devotion.)
My dourness will irritate the crankiest surgeon.
(Come on baby. Show logic devotion.)
There’s not much of a chance that I’ll go and have fun.
The odds are fourteen thousand, sixty-seven to one.
So come on, come on, lose all your emotion with me.
You gotta dress in robes now.
Come on baby, prosper, live long.
Oh well with that you can’t go wrong. Oh…
Your thoughts must come from logic if you’re gonna have any.
(Come on baby, lose all your emotion.)
Conclude that what’s good for the one is trumped by the many.
(Come on baby, lose all your emotion.)
I’ll always be your friend, if you’re a friend to me.
Just resurrect me from the dead in Star Trek III.
So come on, come on, lose all your emotion with me!
You gotta live for logic.
(Come on baby, do the non-emotion)
(Come on baby, do the non-emotion)
If that’s in reference to what I think it is, great memory… I wasn’t even a Trek Doper then.
sniff The memories…
(To the tune of Rush’s Subdivisions)
*Assimilated
Sprawling on the fringes of the galaxy
In geometric order
A biometric border
In between the Hive Queen
And the freedom that you once had known
Becoming one with others seems so over rated
You’ll be assimilated
Until the Borg are sated
Individuals are hated
In the mass of mindless drones
Nowhere is there a life form left alone
(Assimilated)
In your planet’s skies
We have a thousand eyes
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
Even out in space
We consume your race
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
No escape is there for the mindless drones
The only thing that leaves the cube are your dead bones
Nanoprobes drift into our bloodstream
DNA restructured
Neuro paths are ruptured
Embedded in the system
We are now a small part of the greater whole
Some will sell their race for certain favors
But they don’t realize
The Borg Queen’s telling lies
They’re just like Locutus
By the time they see her tricks
Their thoughts have been reassigned to Unimatrix
(Assimilated)
In your planet’s skies
We have a thousand eyes
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
Even out in space
We consume your race
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
No escape is there for the mindless drones
The only thing that leaves the cube are your dead bones*
Based on
How’s about BB King on DS9… “The Trill is gone”?
Many thnacks to all for the kind words. I’ll do (virtually) anything for a pecan cookie!