Strange Happenings Involving Two Completely Insane People
Chapter 18 -- Damn Temporal Anomalies!
Disclaimer: If you're reading this you have too much time on your hands. I don't own Star Trek, the Beatles, Brian Epstein or temporal anomalies.
In the last chapter the character when to New York City, 1965
Fred: Why aren't people wondering why there's a camel in the streets of New York City?
Frizz: They all think you escaped from some zoo.
Suddenly a temporal anomaly appeared out of nowhere (just like all the others) and sucked the characters 41 years into the future.
Will Riker, Worf, Data and Deanna Troi in perfect unison: DAMN TEMPORAL ANOMALIES!
Worf: So, what year is it now?
Paul: It should be 2006.
Sarah: Oh Paul, you're so smart!
George: It's basic subtraction. A camel could do it.
Fred: Hey!
Sarah: Brian, can I ask you something? Are you a part time stapling machine?
Brian: NO!
John: Are you a part time stapling machine?
Sarah: -Bursts into tears- YES! Yes! It's true! I am a part time stapling machine! I'm so ashamed! -Continues to cry-
Data (In a pathetic attempt to comfort her): It is … alright. Maybe you will be promoted to a full time stapling machine soon.
Sarah: But that's even worse! -Cries harder-
John: I could use that in song lyrics!
Frizz: Hey, Riker, can I ask you something?
Paul: You just did.
Frizz: Why do people only use holodeck 3?
Will Riker: It's the only one that's not permanently broken.
Frizz: But holodeck 3 breaks all the time. Why don't you just stop using it?
Worf: Because people getting trapped in the holodeck makes a great plotline.
Brian and the Beatles: What are you talking about?
Deanna Troi: 24th century stuff. You wouldn't understand.
Will Riker: I'm hungry.
Fred: Let's get fortune cookies!
Ringo: Why?
Fred: Because I want a fortune cookie.
They all get fortune cookies and open them at once.
Sarah: -Stops crying long enough to say what hers says- Mine says "You have suddenly become very upset about your occupation."
Frizz: Mine says "You are crazy. Go get help."
Worf: Mine says "You are furry and like prune juice and mint frosting. You're weird."
Data: Mine says "You are logical, made of metal and like cats."
Will Riker: Mine says "You are tall. Go get shorter."
Deanna Troi: Mine says "You are overly sensitive and a chocoholic."
Fred: Mine says "You are worshiped by someone name Entipy of Nothing."
Brian: Mine says "You are paranoid and suffer from unrequited love."
John: Mine says "You are inspired by everything."
Paul: Mine says "You are very famous."
George: Mine says "You are the youngest of your group of friends."
Ringo: Mine says "You are short. Go get taller"
Deanna Troi: Wow. These were bizarrely accurate.
Will Riker: Brian, who's you unrequited love?
Brian: I refuse to tell.
Will Riker: I'll pay you twenty dollars worth of gold plated latinum.
Brian: O.K. Whatever those are. My unrequited love is…
Suddenly the screen goes all black and white and fuzzy and makes that awful noise.
Ringo: How can that happen when it's a computer, not a T.V?
Frizz: Because I said so.
Stupid, that was. Talking like yoda, I am. Review, you must.