Okay, after watching Generations... the challenge is to come up with a joke that has the punchline...
"The clown can stay, but the Ferengi in the gorilla suit has to leave!"
1) The joke must make sense
2) The joke should be funny!
I have tried for ages to think up a joke for this, but I've never succeeded. Anybody think they can do it?
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You have been trying for ages?
Get a life man! Set up a Star Trek fan site; do SOMETHING in exchange for the oxygen you are consuming please!
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OK, here goes...
A Ferengi merchant and his Nausican bodyguard walk into a restaurant. Distracted by a scantily-clad female, the Ferengi bumps into a Klingon who is engaged in a dish of banana cream pie, and knocks him face-first into the pie. The Klingon produces his bat'leth and swiftly decapitates both the merchant and his henchman, and places the Ferengi's head on top of the Nausican's now-vacated neck.
The maitre d'hotel comes running at the commotion, yelling, "No fighting!" The Klingon turns to him and says, "Are you giving me orders, p'takh?"
The maitre d' decides that discretion is the better part of valor - and that cowardice is the better part of discretion. Looking at the whipped-cream-covered face of the Klingon and then at the Ferengi-headed Nausican corpse, he says, "OK, OK... the clown can stay, but the Ferengi inthe gorilla suit has got to go."
I should have warned you it would be a shaggy targ story.
A Ferengi merchant and his Nausican bodyguard walk into a restaurant. Distracted by a scantily-clad female, the Ferengi bumps into a Klingon who is engaged in a dish of banana cream pie, and knocks him face-first into the pie. The Klingon produces his bat'leth and swiftly decapitates both the merchant and his henchman, and places the Ferengi's head on top of the Nausican's now-vacated neck.
The maitre d'hotel comes running at the commotion, yelling, "No fighting!" The Klingon turns to him and says, "Are you giving me orders, p'takh?"
The maitre d' decides that discretion is the better part of valor - and that cowardice is the better part of discretion. Looking at the whipped-cream-covered face of the Klingon and then at the Ferengi-headed Nausican corpse, he says, "OK, OK... the clown can stay, but the Ferengi inthe gorilla suit has got to go."
I should have warned you it would be a shaggy targ story.

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