Totem wrote:
He's dead, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a satirist, you pointy earred Vulcan!
Ye cannae defy thae laws o' physics cap'n!
Ahh fond memories of a 15 man tour of Swansea (14 junior doctors and n0bby) on a Star Trek themed Pub Crawl.
As we walked into each bar, we would (in turn) hold the palm of our hand flat against an imaginary sensory, say "Shweeeesh", step forward and say "Shweeeesh" again.
While facing the concerned looks of the locals, we would imbibe copiously, then the boozer-in-chief would loudly say "Phaser Attack!"
We would all stagger three steps to the left (silent count One, Two). . .
stagger three steps to the right (silent count One, Two). . .
stagger three steps to the left (silent count One, Two)
Then all simultaneously fall to the floor.
Ahh happy days.