YOU ARE IN SPACE: [ARRRRRRRRRFFFFGGGGGGHHHHHHH] You die of asphyxiation. The Pocket Shuttlecraft pulls up behind the Vorzakk and begins to make lewd motions.
Norman: Let Cronan go or I will show you a real docking manuever.
Terminal: No. He hit me.
Coren: [looks proud] and I shot him....
Norman: You leave me no choice. I installing Internet Explorer 12.01a into all your stations.
Coren: How could you?
Norman: I am an evil elf.... DUH
Cronan: Norman, open the can of whoop ass.
Norman: That's going a bit too far don't ya think?
Terminal: How the hell did he get on a comlink? [looks at his display] What the hell?!?! Everything on that deck has gone blank
Redshirt in yellow: Sir the PS has disappeared!!!
Coren: It has apparently e-mailed itself to our shuttlebay and is introducing Netscape Navigator 19.0g.
Terminal: But Navigator kicks ass....
Coren: But when it meets up with Explorer...
Terminal: ....Dear lord!
Cronan: [over the comlink] That whoop ass is mighty fresh.
IN SPACE: The PS e-mails itself back outside and takes off at high warp, but as the Vorzakk prepares to follow, IE asks for a Security Certificate while Netscape tries to undo all the evils done by IE.
BACK ON THE PS:
Norman: [who is on Cronan's shoulder] Cool wasn't I?
Cronan: You were ice.
Norman: Are you praising me?
Norman: Allright... what did they do to you?
Cronan: Nothing, I have just decided that I like you... and you saved my life.
Norman: I hope you don't think I'll do it again.
Cronan: You will...
Norman: Why do you say that?
Cronan: Because between us, nothing in the galaxy can FLOSS WITH PUDDING!
Norman: Wow! That made sense..... You are improving..
[I am fugitive from the law.... and good sense]
Plain & Simple Cronan
"SWEEEEEET" - Eric Cartman
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