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| Star Trek XIV: Fun With Green Screens |
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Crossover Idea:
Harry Potter and the Missing Cloak of Invisibility. |
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For the world is hollow,
And I have fallen in up to my neck. |
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| No, he's just breathing heavily. |
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"What's your name crewman?"
A:"Seaman Ed Head."
"Where are you from, Seaman Ed Head?"
A:"Cummings Iowa." |
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| Data did a good impression of a meerkat on lookout |
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| A still from an unreleased video of "Road To Nowhere" by the Talking Heads |
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Programmed in multiple techniques,
including giving.. |
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| (offscreen) "OK, remember where we parked the head?" |
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| Data was feeling detached from reality. |
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Picard: "What the hell happened here?"
Riker: "We told him not to lose his head. In an act of defiance, he decided not to follow orders." |
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Data: Yes, my head does vibrate. Why do you ask?
Yar: I will show you. |
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| Little known fact: Data’s head was actually found under the city of San Francisco in the year 2007. It was taken to the 8th Coachella Festival and appeared on stage with The Red Hot Chili Peppers. |
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| "And in other news, Starfleet Security are searching for someone who steals parts of androids." |
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| Ok, what was in that brownie that I had? I am seeing floating heads… |
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| Faces |
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| Sub Rosa? or Sub Terrainian? |
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| The Measure of a Man..... Short. |
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| Getting ahead of the situation. |
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| (sings) "With his head, tucked, underneath his arm, he strode the Bloody Tower." |
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| "Aww, come on. Don't leave me hanging!" |
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| "Does my butt look big in this?" |
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| The mission failed due to insufficient Data. |
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| Alright, time for a head count. |
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| Invisible ink remover? Won’t arrive until Tuesday. |
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| In his heart, Data wanted to go swimming. But his head wanted to sunbathe. So they did both. |
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| The efficiency cuts at Starfleet had some unforeseen consequences. |
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| (Thinks) "Why can't this happen to Wesley?" |
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| Data (as his headless body runs off): "Oi! come back here!" |
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| Where will YOU be when your twenty condoms of China White Heroin burst? |
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From the Book of Cultural Contamination:
#29: Data and the Easter Island Maoi Statues. |
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| "Hi kids… It’s your old pal Da-Da-Da-Da-Data Headroom, coming to you from the idyllic planet of the Ba’ku-ku-ku-ku-ku. This beautiful locale has a fine ass-s-s-s-s-sortment of wildlife. Hum-hum-hummingbirds… Feral rodents called Rhyl. D-d-d-d-d-dirty little rats." |
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| Incoming message from the big giant head. |
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| Data, who is a fan, has decided to try out Bender’s idea of selling his body. |
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| Data: "I seem to have misplaced my pants..." |
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| Well, I suppose this is one way to get ahead of the game... |
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| There can be only one! |
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♪
I ain’t got no body,
And nobody cares for me.
That’s why I’m sad and lonely
Won’t somebody come and take a chance with me.
♫ |
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| “Show me what you got!” |
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| Antimatter boosted android death fart, 90% destruction |
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Behold!
The incredible versatility of Jeffrey Combs!! |
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| Data giving ... No, I can't type that! LOL |
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| "Come on, mate. Don't lose your head!" |
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| A member of the Talking Heads. |
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| Data was cast as a background hill in the recent play. |
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| When an android edits an image of themselves, does that count as AI art? |
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| Riker: Data, your Headpool cosplay is not correct. You forgot the mask, zombie makeup and the dangling spine. |
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| A rare outcropping of Androidite. A semi-precious gem of the planet Ba'ku. |
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