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Caption contest!

gfish: (Default)
[personal profile] gfish
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 08:29 am
From here.

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[identity profile] vixyish.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 08:59 am (UTC)
"Come no further, for republicans await you all, with nasty big pointy teeth!"

[identity profile] morinon.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 09:21 am (UTC)
"Wow. 3-d feel-o-vision really works!"
"I'm serious! The needles were this big!"
"Wow. Did you ever think that, maybe, there were whole galaxies in your hand? That's trippy."

[identity profile] shadowblue.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 09:32 am (UTC)
My .. hand.. it's... got a life of it's own! It's.. nooo!

[identity profile] xiadyn.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 11:41 am (UTC)
"... and then he reached up and grabbed us, just like that. I had nightmares for months."

[identity profile] craigp.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 12:16 pm (UTC)
Their hand is at your throat but you see them not. They walk serene and unsuspected, not in the spaces we know, but between them.

[identity profile] p7a77.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 12:20 pm (UTC)
I see all the other candidates and... I CRUSH THEIR HEADS!

[identity profile] vixyish.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 07:31 pm (UTC)
Okay, this one gets my vote for best caption. :)

[identity profile] p7a77.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 10:24 pm (UTC)
I SQUEEZE-A YO' FACE!!!

[identity profile] craigp.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 12:30 pm (UTC)
Kneel in abject servitude, puny mortals, lest you be smote into your constituent molecular components by my mighty telekinetic powers!

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[personal profile] maribou
Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 03:46 pm (UTC)
It came from the crypt!

[identity profile] grinninfoole.livejournal.com
Tuesday, November 11th, 2003 10:07 am (UTC)
...and there, reaching out to me with its cold, dead hand, was the ghost of J. Edgar Hoover.
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