Yeh, but it only takes a few second to do and this way it is right on the thread. Since there was only a 10 min difference we could just stick to the full version. Besides, the best part is all the jokes anyways. I just think it is a nice thing to have in the thread just like Hansioux’s wicked awesome roundups. 
I just realized i could have Bennett program Clooney and Pfeiffer to go on a date with each other. And accomplish both missions at one shot.
I was thinking since Cameron has “experience” with John Connor, she could pull off the date herself. There’s not much difference between handling a 16 year old and Clooney, right? (:
Alas, that would hurt the team work score. d:
F Troop
For those who missed the last one, here is the team again…
Scientist- Doctor Zachary Smith (Lost in Space)
Robot- Inspector Gadget
Alien- Alf
Warrior- Spleen (from Mystery Men, played by Paul Reuben)
A bright flash illuminates the filthy back alley of a North Hollywood strip mall, our four (cough) heroes stand stunned and disoriented looking about them in wonder. Spleen notes the names of some of the businesses via their back doors nameplates, “Huh…’SF Peepshow and Arcade’ I think I know this area…” Doctor Smith’s eyebrow raises, “SF?” Alf quips, “It probably stands for ‘Sticky Floor’.” Alf snorts as Dr. Smith gags and the Inspector shudders and asks, “Why are we here?” There is another flash and a man who looks uncannily like Seth Green appears beside them wearing a scarlet Starfleet uniform, “You are here because it amuses me to bring you here, and you are going to go on a mission for me.” Spleen scowls, “Why?” Q smirks and says matter-of-facty as if adressing a child, “Because I told you to.” Spleen spits on the ground, “Nobody tells me what to do!” Q smiles malevolently, “Really?” Spleen’s head turns into a balloon and Q walks over and casually pops it with a pin, the other three gasp at the display and stand with their jaws wide in wonder. Q gestures and Spleen’s head reappears, Spleen runs his hands all over his head nervously to reasure himself it is really there agian while yammering, “Oh… Ah… OOOh…Eeee….Ah… Jez! What the F**k!” After a few minutes he stops shaking, Q looks at him with a bemused expression, “Now then, you were saying?” Spleen coughs and meekly says, “What do you want us to do?”
Q outlines the rules and time allowed, the four huddle to plan how to complete the mission as Q nonchalantly polishes his nails while whistling the main theme to TNG. Dr. Smith’s head pops up from the huddle, “May we ask for certain items from our TV series?” Q’s eyes roll up as he thinks about it and then answers in a bored tone, “Hmmm, I suppose that could be allowed… Sure.” After a few minutes they implement their plan.
George Clooney answers his door to find Spleen all dressed up in an 80’s leisure suit standing on his porch, he shakes his head and then blinks in wonderment, “Paul? What are you doing here…?” Spleen smiles and asks, “Wanna go to a Porn Theater? I’m buying…” Clooney blanches and then punches the smiling creep in the mouth, “You PERV!” The police arrive a few moments latter to haul the unconscious Spleen away, meanwhile George calls his lawyer to demand a ‘Restraining Order’ for a certain Mr. Paul Reuben.
Michelle is standing in her driveway waiting for her date while playfully bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet; she had been surprised by the call from Matthew Broderick and is looking forward to his arrival. Though he did sound strangely like that Don Adams fellow from Get Smart,… strange. The Gadget van pulls up and she looks through the open passenger window with a puzzled expression, “Matt?” Inspector Gadget waves and smiles, “Sorry I hope you didn’t wait long, we’re filming Inspector Gadget 4 and it was hard to get away.” She smiles sheepishly and opens the door, “Oh, I guess that is why you are still in costume, and my but that is some impressive makeup. Is this van a prop too?” He smiles, “Want to see something cool?” He pushes a button and the van begins converting into a sports car, she giggles like a girl as it changes. They laugh and chat on the way to the restaurant.
The dinner conversation is awkward, the Inspector does not like to lie and is having a hard time with the cover story and he keeps nervously fidgeting with the earpiece the team gave him. Alf keeps telling him to crack jokes to keep things light, but the Inspector is not good with jokes and the ones Alf tell him over the transmitter are pretty awful. Dr. Smith wants him to quote love sonnets and poetry, but the Inspector feels it would be inappropriate at this time to do so. Too much too fast. And then when it starts malfunctioning and giving him sports scores, police reports and religious radio shows he gives up and puts it in his pocket. Things are looking grim for the team.
Spleen having escaped from jail by gassing the guards (don’t make me explain how please) climbs into the Land Chariot and asks, “How is it going?” Dr. Smith rolls his eyes and bemoans dramatically, “Doomed, doomed. That dreadful man is going to turn us into goldfish and flush us into a septic tank I just know it. Oh the humanity…” Alf shakes his head at the overacting and then looks at the clock, “Well… we still got 6 hours yet, and if we have to we can still go to plan B.” Spleen pouts, “I thought I was plan B?” Alf and Smith both grimace, “NO, you were plan C, …as in cyst.” Smith explains, “Plan B is us using the alien hypno-ray to make her kiss him and say the necessary words.” Spleen pulls a face, “You mean under duress? Will that count?” The three looked uncertain, and glanced at one another with worried expressions. Michelle began looking uncomfortable at the table and said that she needed to head home; the Inspector reached into his coat to grab his wallet and got a startled look on his face. The three in the Land Chariot gasped. Smith blurted out, “The fool! He forgot his wallet on a date?!?” Alf buried his face in his hands, not an easy task with a face like that… Smith stood up and theatrically pronounced as if adressing an audience, “I am surrounded by IDIOTS!” Spleen leapt into action, “I’ll get them out!” He threw open the doors to the restaurant and turned around leaning his ass toward the Maitre D’s podium, the man was about to protest when Spleen’s coat tails fluttered. The entire restaurant’s occupants passed out, except for Spleen and the Inspector who was bionic. The two carried Michelle out and set her in the Chariot, they sat on the curb and looked at each other and Spleen asked, “Now what?” The Inspector looked at the Chariot and smiled, “I think I have an idea…”
Michelle awoke and rubbed her eyes, “What happened?” The Inspector smirked, “There was a gas leak, but fortunately no one was harmed.” She looked around her and froze in shock; she was surrounded by a vast transparent bubble and outside of it fish were swimming around. She looked up and could see sunlight fighting to illuminate the scene around her, “We’re…” He smiled, “Underwater,” he finished for her, “don’t worry, we’re safe.” He patted the Land Chariot’s console, “This vessel can survive many times more atmosphere’s than this depth.” She gaped in awe at the sea life around her, “It is beautiful… I had no idea.” She pointed to a fish, “What is that?” He named it and began explaining how it fed and interacted with others within its ecosystem.
They reclined their seats flat and she pointed, and he taught her. This went on for hours, he even moved the Chariot close to a reef and she gaped at the colors and all of the tiny creatures that lived among it. The Inspector was in his element, being a geek and a mentor. No phony games or pretending to be someone or something else, he felt at ease and natural for the first time this evening. He smiled at the way Michelle pressed her face to the glass like a giddy schoolgirl, her eyes full of wonder and discovery. She was no longer a jaded and bored Hollywood actress, she was a girl again. She felt young and as if the world were new once again, it was a delight to see.
The Doctor, Alf and Spleen sat in the foul smelling alley looking at their watches and dreading the final outcome. The Inspector calmly walked in whistling the theme to his show, they glared at him. He stopped a few feet from them and they waited, when he simply smiled Spleen sighed and asked, “Well?” The Inspector turn his head and they saw the lipstick on his cheek, a sigh of relief escaped the three. Alf asked, “But did she say the words?” There was a flash and the redheaded Q stated in a weary voice, “Yes, yes, she said the words…” He rolled his eyes, “Let’s see how you do with the next one.” Spleen shot upward and stomped his foot, “What? Another one? Come on… This is Bulls*t!” Q rolled his head in Spleen’s direction and gave him a cold stare, “You want me to turn your testicles into balloons and pop them next?” All four involuntarily covered their genitals and sucked in air with a look of empathic pain on their faces,… yes even the puppet. Q smirked, “Didn’t think so…” And with a flash they were gone.
Team Cheatin’ (The Love Planet Edition)
In a Locker room far, far away
Me: Ok team, this must have been our easiest challenge yet, no meteors to destroy, no humans to save, just one simple date. I imagine Superman took Michelle Pfeiffer out, literally sweeping her off her feet, flying her high above Metropolis, ending in a magical kiss.
Dr. Manhattan: Superman was not available, I took Mrs. Pfeiffer on the date.
Me: Um, Okay, where did you take her?
Dr. Manhattan: A new night club, “Planet Unicron”
Unicron: I provided ambience. Plays Violin Music From His Monitor
Me: Well I guess it could be worse, how did it go?
Unicron: It didn’t go anywhere, the blue ape left his codpiece at home.
Me: You did what?
Dr. Manhattan: I saw into my future and I did not wear my costume, so I did not.
Unicron: She ran away screaming!
Me: Geez, what a pitiful way to end this challenge.
Dr. Manhattan: The challenge is not over, Commissioner Solai did not state a time limit on the date.
Female Voice: Heeellllpppp! Please!
Me: Oh my god, she is still on Unicron?
Unicron: When she agrees to tell Dr. Manhattan it was a wonderful night and kisses him she is free to go.
Me: Smacks Forehead Don’t you guys know the difference between a date and an abduction scenario! Let her go right now! Turns to Superman and Ancient And where the heck were you two? Ok, Ancient don’t tell me, ‘you didn’t interfere’, but Supes, you’re my MVP, what happened … and why are you kind of … glowing?
Superman: I did not interfere.
Me: Oh no! Looks at Ancient You didn’t!!! I told you to take him to rehab, not ascend him!
Ancient: Enlightenment is the true path to happiness.
Me: (Maybe I can trade her for someone else’s alien. Sy Snootles is starting to look like a real contender!) Well next week I want him descended, unascended, reassembled or whatever! And bring him back with clothes! We have enough clothing optional team members.
Unicron: Sings I found my thrill, On blueberry hill …
Me: Just shut it Unicron! Why Why Why!?! 
Personal Ad: Team Cheatn’ is interested in trading alien for alien. Potential trading partner preferably has not watched Stargate SG-1 Seasons 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 … oh yeah, and all of Stargate Atlantis and Universe.
I voted Chuck. He had the best solution this time IMO. Vote Team Chuck!
ETA: Seriously, he has a ‘three layer chicken’ of Cortana inside Lizard Anna inside Hot Anna. That’s unbeatable in my book.
hahaha, blue junk ruins everything.
Unicron: Sings I found my thrill, On blueberry hill …
Me: Just shut it Unicron! Why Why Why!?!
Hehe! I think you win again, HeadHunter; these locker room post-mortems are cracking me up!
I’m with BP–vote Team Chuck! Although now that you mention it, Anna sounds kinda’ like the TurDuckEn of aliens in this scenario.
Yeah sure, I’m up for it. I think I’m almost out of Ancient jokes. You can only ascend and descend so many times before it gets old. (Unless you are Daniel Jackson of course!) I think Star Trek V god would make a great member of my team. 
And I don’t think anyone can offer you a more useless teammate!
I don’t know about that, Uchiha Daisuke’s date solution was pure brilliance!
First Sci Fi Fantasy League trade complete!
Comments: Trading with HeadHunter was a breeze. Was fast and easy. Highly recommended. Would do so again.
Edit: Forgot to grade.
Oh, my bad! A++++
ROFL!!! But you didn’t grade my service AAA+++++++? 
Oh, my bad! A++++
High praise from the master. I thank you sir.
*N.B. David E Kelley is married to Michelle Pfeiffer.
Team 'talos arrives on the set of the latest David E Kelley project. In the infinite wisdom of the Solai Effect, they are placed by an abandoned trailer. Michelle Pheiffer is visiting the set and is on her way to get some coffee. She spots our merry band, “Oh my goodness!! Are you with the show? David didn’t tell me he got Kirk and Spock look-a-likes. You guys look amazing. I have to show Bill. He’s gonna love this. Where is he?”
Spock applies the Vulcan nerve-pinch.
Kirk looks at him incredulously, “Spock, you just knocked out our date. How do you expect us to complete our mission?”
Spock with a calm, cool voice replies, “Actually, the probablity of success for our mission just increased. We are in no position to convince her to come with us. The best course of action at this point is to abduct her.”
Kirk is not buying it, “And you feel this will promote sympathy and woo her to our cause?”
Spock retorts, “Captain I have no doubt in your ability to charm this woman. You have done so with others on numerous occasions.”
Kirk inquiries, “What do you mean?”
Spock defiantly raises his right eyebrow.
Olivaw steps in, “Gentlemen, if I may interrupt. There are people approaching. They are bound to notice us standing over an unconscious woman. Suspicions will be aroused.”
Kirk looks toward the exit and motions the crew, “Let’s go.”
As Daneel lifts Michelle onto his shoulder, Studio security arrive. A commanding voice shouts, “Halt!” In typical fashion, the perpetrators do the exact opposite.
[COLOR=“Orange”]Queue Pee Wee Herman chase music
A chase through the studio lot begins. Team 'talos heads for the door and exits into the main roadway. To the left are a row of golf carts. Leeloo jumps onto one and proclaims, “I drive.” The rest of the bunch look at each other. The security squad emerge. With limited options they decide to hop onto the vehicle. Leeloo hits the pedal and they’re off. whoosh
The ride is eventful. They crash through several wardrobe racks and tip over a coffee cart. Leeloo giggles to herself through it all offering impish apologies. Sirens wail in the distance and Spock offers, “The authorities are enroute. We need to become inconspicuous.”
Leeloo turns and gives the thumbs up, “I got it.” The cart jerks violently and heads down a deserted alleyway. They crash into a dumpster and stop. Leeloo springs from the cart and flips the sewer cover. She points, “Down here.” She leaps up and grabs one of the fire escape ladders. She darts up the scaffold.
Kirk, Spock, and Olivaw watch in amazement. They descend into the darkness. Spock replaces the manhole lid. Above they hear the commotion play out. Leeloo shouts and the police officers follow her up the scaffold. Spock notes while checking his tricorder, “That was an effective distraction. They are headed in the opposite direction.”
They begin to make their way through the subterrain. Michelle stirs. Olivaw places her down and comments, “Our guest is waking up.”
“Where am I?” She looks at the faces around her. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? Look, don’t make a mistake you will regret the rest…”
Olivaw interrupted, “We have no intention of harming you, Ms. Pfieffer.”
Michelle spits venom, “Harm has already been done. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
Kirk tries, “I’d love to explain it to you but you already think we’re crazy.”
Michelle replies, “Try me.”
Kirk shrugs, “Alright. We are four characters from a few different universes brought together to engage in a fantasy sci-fi…”
“Stop right there,” Michelle smirks and folds her arms. “You know, I’ve heard you sci-fi geeks were obsessive and deluded but this is insane.” She pauses and looks at each of them, “You kidnapped me to play some sick game.”
Kirk stammers, “Not exactly. We are…”
“…big fans, Ms. Pfieffer,” finishes Olivaw. “We really wanted to meet you.” Olivaw tries his best to simulate an awkward smile. “You wouldn’t believe what each of us does for a living.” Daneel points at Kirk, “He works as a lawyer.”
Michelle guffaws, “Very funny. Has he changed his name to Denny Crane?”
Olivaw raises his eyebrows. He continues and points at Spock, “He works at a pet store.” Then widens his smile, “And I work as a computer technician.”
Michelle eyes each of them, “Alright genius, what’s the plan?”
Olivaw, mimicing human behavior, sighs, “I believe we’ve caused you enough trouble. I think we should return you home and hopefully part amiciably. If you get my meaning.”
Michelle smiles, “You don’t want me to press charges.”
“We would be very grateful,” Olivaw answers.
“Alright.” The three men visibly relax and Michelle grins, “But these two have to do something for me.”
They soon exit the sewer. Michelle uses her cellphone to call a limo. As they drive, she explains that as a child she loved the TV show Star Trek. She dials a photographer friend asks if she has time to take a photo. “The answer is yes. Ooooo, I’m so excited. I’m actually going to have a photograph with Kirk and Spock!” She’s giddy as a schoolgirl.
When the photo shoot is complete and it’s time to part ways, Michelle thanks Kirk and Spock. She turns to Olivaw and says, “I think I’ll miss you most of all, Scarecrow.” She kisses him and says, “Thank you for a wonderful night.”
Kirk turns to Daneel, “That mind reading thing really comes in handy.”
Daneel explains, “I never touched her mind, sir.”
Kirk smirks, “Yeah. Right.”[/COLOR]
i thought that was a Jayne Lynch line.
Awesome. Great job Talos!!
Team Thot’s Date Night Story
With a yawn and stretch, Duncan Idaho’s eyes blinked slowly open, awoken by the stirring of the woman in the bed beside him. Michelle Pfeiffer leaned over and kissed Duncan on the cheek and then got out of the bed. Idaho looked admiringly at her naked body as she hunted around the motel room for her clothes—they were strew about the room, a telltale sign of last night’s passionate lovemaking.
“Where are you going? It’s early.”, Duncan inquired.
Half-dressed, Michelle shot a smile toward Duncan. “That was very nice. Very, very, nice. But I think I should be going. Honestly I….I really didn’t expect I was going to spend the night with you. We only just met.”
Duncan sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. “Well, it was kind of inevitable,” he said.
“Oh, is that so?” replied Michelle—irked at his cocky statement.
“Yes. It’s difficult to explain.” He paused, collecting his thots and then launched in. “You see, in the….the universe I’m from, which is set more the 20,000 years in you future, there are a number of …forces vying for power over the human race. There’s a book called Heretics of Dune…Never, mind, Long story, short—I’m a ghola, which is like a resurrected person, and the people who resurrected me, the Bene Tleilax. they imprinted me with a conditioning to prevent the Bene Gesserit from imprinting me. The Bene Gesserit can sexual imprint a male to make them do their bidding. As circumstances turned out however this woman named Murbella—Murbella was with the Honored Matres, enemies of the Bene Gesserit—tried to seduce me. The Honored Matres are like the Bene Gesserit except that the Honored Matres use sex pretty much exclusively as their way to control people. Anyway, so when Murbella started the seduction procedure, my Tleilaxu conditioning kicks into action and I responded with an equal technique, one that overwhelmed Murbella in sexual pleasure, draining her energy. As a result Murbella was unable to kill me as she was ordered to do…Anyway. What I’m trying to say is, I’m the most skilled male lover the human race has ever known. So when you agreed to date me last night, the my hormonal signature was really not something any female could resist.”
Michelle gave him a quizzical look. This was the weirdest guy she’d every met for sure. “Well…Ooo kay then, Slugger.” During the long speech, she’d dressed herself and was ready. “I’ll be going. I’ll call you,” said she –not really planning to and she headed for the door.
“Wait!! Um.Did you have a wonderful time?” said Duncan remember his mission.
“Uh. yes, it was very nice. Very satisfying. Very hot. See ya.”, she said.
“But…but” said Duncan desperately “Would you say you had a wonderful night?”
Pfeiffer didn’t know what to make of this guy. “What is it with you? Yes it was very hot sex. Yes I enjoyed it. But was it wonderful? No. You did not ‘fill me with wonder’ cowboy. A romantic night on the beach under the stars with Aragorn and an android playing the violin the background: That’s a wonderful evening. Got it? Good. See ya.”
And with that, Michelle Pfeiffer gave him a little wave, opened the door and left.
-------Meanwhile Back at Team Team Headquarters----
Topher Brink walked into the Team Thot Command Center looking around for Sarek and Nomad. He found the Vulcan seated next to Nomad. Sarek’s hand was on Nomad’s head and Sarek’s face looked deep in concentration, eyes shut.
“Hey, there you are Sarek!” said Topher “Just got a call from Duncan …he… Whatcha doing?”
Sarek with eyes still shut, replied with about as much annoyance as the cool, controlled Vulcan was capable of showing “Please, do not disturb me for the next 4.57 minutes.”
“Got it”. Topher whispered and then fidgeted around the room as he was waiting.
When Sarek was done he removed his hand from Nomad’s “head” section, open his eyes and turned to face Topher. “I was engaged in a mind meld with this machine.”
“Really? You can mind meld with a machine?” said Topher. “Oh right!! Spock has done it before. So how come you’re mind melding with our mechanical mate here?”
“I was attempting to use my mind to ‘reprogram’ Nomad’s prime directive,” replied Sarek, “My goal is change his programming so that he will be compelled to aid our team in whatever our task is, instead of hinder it. As you know, Nomad is very dangerous machine capable of causing much harm.”
“Oh yeah, you can say that again.” said Topher “Like, remember that time he destroyed that meteor that was about to the destroy the planet and then after he destroyed it went on to try to exterminate all the biological life forms on the planet?”
“Yes. Precisely the sort of thing we wish to avoid in the future,” said Sarek. “I regret that you interrupted my mind meld. There is still more reprogramming I wish to do on Nomad.”
“Oh, sorry bout that, “ said Topher “Anyhoo, so Duncan called and he said he no success-o on the mission-o. He had no luck….well, he got lucky, but didn’t succeed. Anyway, bottom line is we gotta try again. He texted me Michelle Pfeiffer’s number. It’s all yours big boy.” Topher handed Sarek a scrap of paper with the phone number scribbled on it.
Sarek looked at the phone number disdainfully. “It would not be appropriate for me to date Ms. Pfeiffer. I am a married man,” said Sarek.
“Welllll, that’s not exactly true, technically speaking,” said Topher impishly, “Have you seen the new J.J. Abrams Star Trek movie?”
Sarek sighed and frowned. “I have. But I am not ‘that’ Sarek.” he said.
“Yeah, you pretty much are. Star Trek has been rebooted, pal. That means Amanda is dead and the planet Vulcan is kaplooey,” said Topher “Didn’t you like the movie.”
Choosing his words carefully Sarek said “It was an enjoyable film and it would be illogical for me to not to admit that he is a talent film maker. But I do question Mr. Abrams’ sense of …logic. But, regardless, Mr. Topher I think it would be more logical if you were to go on a date with Ms. Pfeiffer.”
“Me?!,” said Topher incredulously, “No, she…I don’t think so. I mean, Michelle Pfeiffer? She would only date me if I were the last man alive on the whole planet.”
Sarek was about to reply, when Nomad self-activated and levitated its way over to Topher.
“UNIT TOPHER.” said Nomad in its shrill mechanical voice. “REPEAT STATEMENT”
Topher gave a confused look toward Nomad and said “Waa What? All I said was that Michelle Pfeiffer wouldn’t go out with me unless I was the last man on Earth.”
“STATEMENT ACKNOWELDGE. NOMAD WILL COMPLY. NOMAD WILL FULLFILL ITS NEW DIRECTIVE.”
And with that, the robot levitated swiftly to the window, stopped momentarily to analyze the windows structure, and they disintegrated a wide whole in it. Nomad then flew through the hole, out the window and into the evening sky.
Topher stared, mouth agape at Sarek. “Umm….What just happened there?”
Sarek looked thotfull and considered the situation. “I believe something…quite dangerous has just happened, if my theory is correct. I believe I will make that call now and make a date with Ms. Pfeiffer.”
----------- Later that evening at Posh Restaurant in downtown L.A.
Sarek and Michelle Pfeiffer sat at their table as waiter brought their meals. Their table was on a balcony overlooking the city. It was a beautiful night, with typical Southern California warmth.
“Well Mr. Sarek, I must say you’re a very polite and interesting man,” said Michelle, “I’m so glad you called me.” Looking at Sarek’s meal—a salad and meatless pasta, she asked “Are you a vegetarian?”
“My people do not believe it is logical to consume the flesh of other sentient life forms,” replied Sarek.
“Hmm…Well, I can respect that.” Michelle said.
Just then, off in the distance, a loud ‘pew pew’ sound began to grow over the standard sounds of the cards below. Off in the distance they saw the cause of the sound, a floating machine could be seen blasting a power disintegrate beam in a flurry of violence. Sounds of people screaming quickly erupted as the robot Nomad continued to blast cars, people, and parts of buildings. On closer view, there was an odd pattern Nomad’s killing. It seemed to be killing only men.
“Oh my god!!” screamed Michelle, “What the hell is that thing!! It’s killing everything in its path!!”
“Not….everything, “ said Sarek “Only males. I regret that the robot has misunderstood the statement of one of my associates. It is attempting to kill “every last man on Earth” so that you will date my companion Topher.”
This was the must bizarre couple of days Michelle Pfeiffer had every experienced. This was weirder than the set of Batman 2.
“What the HELL are you talking about? You KNOW that thing!!??”
“Yes. Fortunately there is a way to stop the robot. I have implanted programming in it to cause it to shut down. But the programming involves you, Ms. Pfeiffer.”
“Me?!!! Oh my god! What do I need to do?” she scream.
“Once it comes near us it will recognize me and move toward me” explained Sarek. “When it gets near us there is a certain physical act and a set of words that I’ve programmed into Nomad to cause it to power down. You must do this act and say the words.”
“Okay!! Quick it’s coming toward us now. What do I do??!!!” Michelle shouted.
You must kiss Nomad and say ““Thank you for a wonderful night”.
Michelle glared at the Vulcan. But lives were in danger. When the robot got near them, Michelle sprang up, kissed Nomad’s metal “head” and said frantically “Thank you for a wonderful night".
At that, Nomad installed powered down and rested motionless in mid air.
“You are unbelievable!!” Michelle shouted at Sarek “You did all this!! You were willing to destroy a whole planet just to manipulate an emotional moment!?? That is just sick!!”
“I do not disagree” said Sarek “Tell that to J.J. Abrams.”
That was amazing. What a romp! Love the end bit, of course.
Thanks!! Perhaps on par with the elf-wall in terms of deviousness, but it gets the job done. :o