(Walks into room, chuckling)
Trekkies, rofl
I married one of those, (Ultimate insult is btw to call them pajama boys) she had the starfleet uniform, the whole setup.
So next year at our local Sci-Fi Convention I talk my wife into going to the big Banquet in Costume.
I meantime had equiped myself with a dog choke collar and 3 leashes, (one small to each wrist, and a larger to the choke collar)
So we get inside and I get her all hooked up.
BTW I'm in full Ferengi gear (cept this Ferengi was raised by Klingons)
Fancy brocade vest, Black Cape flowing behind, leather boots, sword on my side, and of course my lovely captive star fleet officer.
So we walk in and sit down, all eyes on us. All the Star Fleet types are shooting daggers at us. And all the Klingons are bringing us beers, and beverages, slapping me on the back. And of course laughing at the Pajama boys.
The Klingons are good folks, and good guys to party with. (just watch them with your women & your whiskey)
The Pajama Boys are stuck up snops who can't take a joke. LOL
But they don't talk to us anymore, so thats ok. Grin