Ninth Fleet Headquarters, Deep Space 9

Lieutenant Commander Timeless:

Due to your recent actions in Ogame, and your conduct as of late, it is the decision of the SFC Division that you are hereby awarded the madness medal.

Welcome to the nut house!!

Hello Ambassador. I am Ensign E.C. Gadget, Ops Officer, USS Discovery. Nice to see you here. *Turns to Commodore Cent* Hey Commodore! Is that a Monkey in between your chickens? And also, I believe the Discovery is in need of some repairs when it returns from wherever Admiral Ryker has taken it... J...

Hola Ambassador Taylor. Please, make yourself at home. And don't worry about the South Wing, no one has ever died in the South Wing. Well, no confirmed deaths anyway. *whistles innocently from the South Wing* But please, feel free to chat about anything you'd like. If you fancy a drink, let me know....

I'll be updating your signature tonight when I get access to my main computer. Right now I'm on my laptop.

I haven't been to a Trek convention in years, except for the Excelsior Ball 3, but I went to see a friend who was part of the cast and crew.

Happy Birthday Roga!!!

Attention On Deck!!! Lieutenant Sin: For your contributions in Ogame, both in game play and the administration of the fleet's Ogame alliance, and your service to the fleet, you are hereby promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander, effective immediately. Commander Digi: For your efforts in Ogame a...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPINCE!!!!!

*pulls out a bottle of my private reserve* You deserve a real drink.

*does a check on the power of MEME!* Level 8 replacement force, insignificant to the power of my rubber chickens. Even the nubbins are laughing.

*sees Richard Simmons take Dalek into the back*

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Oh, and the lazers was a typo made by the packaging department. They're just ordinary lasers.

Yeah, the laser wasn't enough against Richard Simmons. *points behind Dalek*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DALEK!!!! *unleashes the naked Richard Simmons on Dalek*

Only the law of grossness, but no other laws are broken. My rubber chicken legal staff has checked Federation and intergalactic law twice.

They are. In fact, Aaron, Murray 7th cousin, started marketing Borg Jerky. Nanoprobes deactivated, but left in for that spicy crunchy flavor.

It's right over there. *points to the self animated arse trying to jump into a particle accelerator*