Smock: Captain, it appears we are entering a disruption in the space-time continuum. Something is happening to our bridge.
Captain: It looks like we are now in a, a, pub?
Smock: Early twenty-first century to be exact.
Captain: Well, while we are here, might as well make the best of it.
Waitress: Hi, Welcome to Max Lager's. Can I start you off with some drinks?
Captain: Yes, I'd like your finest lager and Mr. Smock will have a Shirley Temple in a sippy cup.
Smock: Please Captain, you know the sippy cup is only for use during my culture's mating ritual. Do not make me use a colorful metaphor to describe your level of disrespect.
Captain: Fine, bring it to him in a regular glass. Also my lovely dear, bring me the fettuccine alfredo and a side of cheese sticks
Waitress: Right away sir
[A few minutes pass]
Captain: I have to tell you Smock, the food is great and the beer better than Romanian Ale
Smock: Yes Captain. The service is also excellent
[The room is suddenly jolted]
Smock: Captain, we have encountered another rift in the space-time continuum
Captain: I don't notice anything differ... hey, what happened to my food?
Smock: It appears that your pasta is now an order of fish and chips.
Captain: Whatever, I'm hungry, fish and chips works for me.
Smock: CAPTAIN WAIT! Sensors indicate that the fish you just ate is not fully cooked.
Captain: Smock, why does everyone suddenly have goatees? Waitress!
Waiter: Um, dude, can I like help you or something?
Captain: Where is our waitress?
Waiter: I'm you waiter and have been all day. Didn't you all have goatees when you came in?
Captain: {MOAN} Smock, my stomach is filled with pain
Smock: Dr. Sticks McSick to the bridge.
Sticks: [Enters the bridge/pub] What's going on here?
Smock: The Captain's food is undercooked.
Sticks: Good God man, I'm a doctor, not a cook!
Captain: I don't want you to cook this awful food, help me with my pain.
Sticks: This place looks familiar. Captain, my medical scanner doodad that makes me totally irrelevant says you are sick from eating undercooked fish. I know I've been to this place before.
Smock: Highly unlikely Doctor. We are in a place named "Max Lager's" from the early twenty first century.
Sticks: Max Lager's! Yes, I have been here before. In my hometown of New Atlanta, it is a museum
Captain: A museum? What kind of museum?
Sticks: A Capture the Flag museum. In the early twenty-first century a small group of brave and stunningly attractive members of society banned together to play a game called Capture the Flag. The museum commemorates their struggles and eventual domination of the French... restaurant that wanted to stop them.
Smock: It appears we have once again gone through another rift in the...
Captain: Yeah, yeah, we know. Hey I feel better. And my beer tastes great.
Waitress: Looks like you enjoyed your fetticini. Can I get you anything else? Perhaps a dessert?
Captain: Well my attractive and lovely hostess cupcake dessert, there is something you can do for...
Sticks: What happened to everyone's goatees?
Smock: It appears that we are caught in a paradox. A restaurant that one day has excellent food and service and the next day is bad enough to make a Clintgon ill. Fascinating!
Captain: I don't want to be stuck here, let's pay the bill and get out of here. No reason to hang around somewhere with a split personality, even if the women aren't green or have four arms.
RED ALERT! RED ALERT!
Captain: Smock, what's happening?
Smock: Captain, it appears we are entering a disruption in the space-time continuum. Something is happening to our bridge.
Captain: It looks like we are now in a, a, pub?
Smock: Early twenty-first century to be exact.
Captain: Well, while we are here, might as well make the best of it.
Waitress: Hi, Welcome to Max Lager's. Can I start you off with some drinks?
Captain: Yes, I'd like your finest lager and Mr. Smock will have a Shirley Temple in a sippy cup.
Smock: Please Captain, you know the sippy cup is only for use during my culture's mating ritual. Do not make me use a colorful metaphor to describe your level of disrespect.
Captain: Fine, bring it to him in a regular glass. Also my lovely dear, bring me the fettuccine alfredo and a side of cheese sticks
Waitress: Right away sir
[A few minutes pass]
Captain: I have to tell you Smock, the food is great and the beer better than Romanian Ale
Smock: Yes Captain. The service is also excellent
[The room is suddenly jolted]
Smock: Captain, we have encountered another rift in the space-time continuum
Captain: I don't notice anything differ... hey, what happened to my food?
Smock: It appears that your pasta is now an order of fish and chips.
Captain: Whatever, I'm hungry, fish and chips works for me.
Smock: CAPTAIN WAIT! Sensors indicate that the fish you just ate is not fully cooked.
Captain: Smock, why does everyone suddenly have goatees? Waitress!
Waiter: Um, dude, can I like help you or something?
Captain: Where is our waitress?
Waiter: I'm you waiter and have been all day. Didn't you all have goatees when you came in?
Captain: {MOAN} Smock, my stomach is filled with pain
Smock: Dr. Sticks McSick to the bridge.
Sticks: [Enters the bridge/pub] What's going on here?
Smock: The Captain's food is undercooked.
Sticks: Good God man, I'm a doctor, not a cook!
Captain: I don't want you to cook this awful food, help me with my pain.
Sticks: This place looks familiar. Captain, my medical scanner doodad that makes me totally irrelevant says you are sick from eating undercooked fish. I know I've been to this place before.
Smock: Highly unlikely Doctor. We are in a place named "Max Lager's" from the early twenty first century.
Sticks: Max Lager's! Yes, I have been here before. In my hometown of New Atlanta, it is a museum
Captain: A museum? What kind of museum?
Sticks: A Capture the Flag museum. In the early twenty-first century a small group of brave and stunningly attractive members of society banned together to play a game called Capture the Flag. The museum commemorates their struggles and eventual domination of the French... restaurant that wanted to stop them.
Smock: It appears we have once again gone through another rift in the...
Captain: Yeah, yeah, we know. Hey I feel better. And my beer tastes great.
Waitress: Looks like you enjoyed your fetticini. Can I get you anything else? Perhaps a dessert?
Captain: Well my attractive and lovely hostess cupcake dessert, there is something you can do for...
Sticks: What happened to everyone's goatees?
Smock: It appears that we are caught in a paradox. A restaurant that one day has excellent food and service and the next day is bad enough to make a Clintgon ill. Fascinating!
Captain: I don't want to be stuck here, let's pay the bill and get out of here. No reason to hang around somewhere with a split personality, even if the women aren't green or have four arms.