if these text boards go, we need to get some morse code rigs
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Anonymous2007-09-19 2:59 ID:jOD4gGbi
WHAR THE FUX IS MAH /B/
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Anonymous2007-09-19 3:01 ID:KHLzG9Ye
"It's just not the same without you," whinged Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. "Ever since you left the Enterprise to go to Hogwart's, Captain Archer's been inconsolable, Trip always forgets you're gone and keeps a chair free for you on movie night, and I don't need to tell you how badly Chef misses you."
Ron Weasley, formerly Lieutenant Ron Weasley, lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry Malcolm, I had to pursue my dreams! My friends Harry and Hermione believe the story we made up about my family origins but I don't think they would accept me if they knew I am really a Lieutenant in Starfleet."
Lieutenant Reed paused for a moment. He noticed that Ron's chest was broader and his muscles more pronounced than the last time Ron had been aboard Enterprise. Had Ron been hitting the gym while at Hogwart's?
Ron noticed that Malcolm was appraising his bulk, his newfound muscles provided by the onset of adolescence and hours practicing Quidditch. He felt a faint stir somewhere in his robes.
One day, the wifi clouds will multiply and overlap until they encompass the earth entire, and then /b/ will circle the planet with FAIL and WIN in equal measure. At last, Humanity will be united in /b/rotherhood, and a standing wave of "BUTTSECKS LOL" will enter the new Overmind.