


[Found here and here. Spock & Ohura found somewhere in a corner of the internet, clipped & steadied. Related .gif here.]
Some of these are dated, and yeah, that was our experience with The Omigodmicron. The one at bottom right was an experiment – I took an arbitrary section of my recent WebEx Meeting Notes, ran it through a photo-morph and the alien from Planet of the Mufflers appeared.
“It’s a modified 1924 Allis-Chalmers,” she explained as the Vulcan’s eyes drifted ever so slightly to the dual temperature gauges.
“I should step out during the next solo jam and adjust the thermostat,” he mused to himself.
After turning up the air conditioning, The Vulcan found his buddies playing air guitar in the hallway. It made him proud.
The set ended quickly and when The Vulcan returned, the truth overwhelmed him: she was gone forever. She’d downed her whiskey sours, leaving nothing but lipstick on his empty shot glass and a bar tab of 98 Federation Credits, not counting the tip.
“Hit me again, Joe. Make it a double,” The Vulcan mumbled to no one in particular. He lit up his last unfiltered Tribble, inhaled deeply, tilted his head back and blew a perfect Figure 8 at the fire sprinkler head above the juke box. For the first time in his life, he grinned – a big toothy Vulcan grin.
[Images found here.]