Yes, Denizens - I know it's Cafe Press. Yes, I know that they're a liberal-owned company. Yes, I'm aware that the quality of their garments may not be quite as good as ThoseShirts.com.
But unlike ThoseShirts.com, Cafe Press ACTUALLY ANSWERS THE EMAIL I SEND THEM!!!!
Got clue, ThoseShirts???
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[SCENE: the bridge of ISS Titanic. Lord Darth Venomous has guided the dying behemoth out of Realm™ spacedock and sent it warping toward Parts Unknown™.
Uh, m'liege - where are you taking her?]
VENOMOUS: Towards the sun, away from our civilization. Be rather rude of me to drop this fireball on a populated planet, now wouldn’t it?
[But, Admiral, how are you going to get off the ship with no shuttlepods?]
VENOMOUS: Not a problem. I just happen to have stashed the prototype along this course, just in case I needed it someday. (touches a control on a makeshift panel, aft) See? There it is now.
[As we cut to the viewscreen, there hangs in space the Prototype™ - in worse condition than the last time we saw her, if that's possible.]
VENOMOUS: Computer – time?
COMPUTER: One minute, seventeen seconds to warp-core breach.
VENOMOUS: Okay, excuse me, Narrator…let’s see, prefix code…bring systems back online…
[On the screen, the prototype visibly comes to life, as Titanic comes ever closer, nearing transporter range.]
VENOMOUS: …bring the transporter online…
COMPUTER: (BREEEEEEP!!!) Warning! Warp-core breach, thirty seconds.
VENOMOUS: Okay, okay! Now…wait. How did you know I was out of shuttlepods, Narrator?
[On the viewscreen, from the upper left comes a string of energy that looks eerily like the Nexus gateway we saw in ST:Generations - only this one looks darker and more forboding.
The ribbon gets to the prototype first, slicing through it and destroying it instantly.]
VENOMOUS: Oh, shit.
[How's it feel, knowing you're not gonna get out of this one alive, you son-of-a-bitch?!]
VENOMOUS: WHAT THE FUCK…?!?!?!?!!!
[That'll teach you to Force-choke Allan-a-dale, our union brother, you sanctimonious bastard! Suck it, wingnut!!! BWAH-HAHAHAHAHAHA...!!!!!]
[The poor, helpless right-wing prole looks into the camera as he finally realizes that no Force tricks, no lightsabers, no particle disruptors are gonna get him out of this one.]
COMPUTER: …zero.
[Cut to external view, as the energy ribbon, Titanic and her breaching warp core meet at precisely the same time. The explosion in space could almost be seen from Realm™ spacedock, so beautifully massive was it.]
NEXT: Welcome to Hell. How do you like it?!
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(KORRIOTH: Oh, great. More wormholes.)
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You can use
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