Part 3: The one with the uninteresting title.

Guest stars:
Michel J Fox, as the washed up celebrity.
An Alien once spotted holidaying at Roswell.
Nessie her self! (OK, Gillian Anderson, Claudi Christein and
Jeri Ryan in heavy prosthetic make up.)

(The courtroom, everyone is silent, Judge Judy is looking over
the occupants like an Eagle about to strike an innocent little
furry animal-)

Judy: I heard that, now shut up before I get the Bailiff's back
	in.

(ahem, yes OK. Everyone is silent. Judy is about to make a
legal decision. Rimmer is beaming with confidence.)

Judy: I've looked over the evidence, and I have to agree that
	Sliders have borrowed ideas from Red Dwarf. And it is my
	decision is that Mr Arnold J Rimmer,
Rembrant: (to Lister) What does the?
Lister: Judas.
Rembrant: Wha?
Lister: The "J" stands for Judas.
Rembrant: Oh.
Judy: Hey, shut up over there.
Lister: Sorry.
Rembrant: Sorry.
Judy: (stares lister and Rembrant into their seat's.) I said
	shut up. I have come to the conclusion that Mr Rimmer, is
	a complete and utter imcompitent git who couldn't wire in
	a light bulb safely.
Rimmer: Wha?
Judy: SHADUP! Anyhow. As much as I hate Rimmer, I have watched
	a couple of episodes of Sliders and have come to the
	conclusion that any show that kills off a man as lovely as
	Professor Arturo, and has him replaced with a well endowed
	women, deservse to be taken off the air. I will have a
	legal paper drawn up and posted to Fox to tell them this.
	I also have to follow this case up with the people behind
	Lost in Space, Land of the giants, Quantum leap, Planet of
	the Apes, and various other Sci-fi shows and films that
	have also been wanting to sue Sliders over copyright
	infringement.
Wade: Oh no. (breaks down in tears.) Fox are bound to take us
	off the air now.
Rembrant: (smiles to himself)
Maggie: Well, I guess I've done my job.
Rembrant: Not really. You see the Jury?
Maggie: Yeah?
Rembrant: Well they happen to own the Sci-fi channel. I've
	managed to make a bit of a deal with them about our show,
	but they want to talk to Quin about a few more details.
Wade: Sci-fi channel? Oh well. Do you think they'll let me dye
	my hair a different colour?
Maggie: What? And let the people be able to tell what season it
	is by your hair do? That would never catch on.
Lister: It did for Voyager.
Maggie: Stay out of this.

(Bashir and Quin walk in)

Bashir: We have evidence against Rimmer.
Judy: Too late. I've already came to a fully legaly blinding,
	er, binding conclusion.
Bashir: Then we appeal.
Judy: No you don't. Not one little bit.
Bashir: What? What about all my female fans? My fan clubs? The
	Eric Siddig El Fidle Droolers club?
Judy: They broke up after you got married.
Bashir: . . . . Shit!
Judy: Bailiffs, get him outa my court room.
Bashir: (when he sees the size of the three bailiffs aproching
	him.) What the? Hey letgo.
Quin: (to the other Sliders) Now what?
Rembrant: Well the owners of the Sci-fi channel want a word
	with you.
Quin: (looks over to where Rembrant is pointing. The Ferangi
	wave at him.) What are they?
Rembrant: Ferangi, but they own the Sci-fi channel, and they
	want to meet you.
Quin: Really?

(Cut to a shot of the Red Dwarf. The landing bay doors explode
open and the Defiant fly's out, heading for DS9. Meanwhile, an
Oberth class ship is also heading for DS9. Meanwhile, in Quarks
bar. Lister is having words with Rimmer. Meanwhile, the proof
readers tell me that I'm over using the word "MEANWHILE".)

Lister: (surrounded by beer bottles and cigarette smoke) Did
	you have to tell them about me getting pregnant?
Rimmer: Well, Sliders did have a similar plotline. Just be glad
	I didn't reveal that you are your own father, and that
	your Girl friend is your mother.
Lister: She's not my girl friend. Not any more, not yet,
	anyhow. Isn't there a pool table here?
Rimmer: I haven't seen any. Plenty of these Dabo tables,
	though.
Lister: But I don't wanna gamble, I wanna shoot some pool.
Wolverine: I know what yer mean.
Lister: So, how are you guys going to get home?
Wolverine: Forge is working on something right now. (lights
	cigar.) What about you guys?
Lister: Well, I've got my own universe to repoulate, so we'll
	find some way. Theres got to be something to do here.
Wolverine: There's a dartboard.
Lister: (doesn't look bothered) Well I'll give it a go.

(Cut to Op's. Forge is busy examining the Sliders Timer, the
Transporter systems, a warp core design, and the Cats
hairdryer.)

Forge: Yes, since all of these systems have been used before to
	create havoc in the form of this parody, I believe I
	should be able to create a device to get us all back to
	our respective points in the galaxy, and our own
	timelines.
Sisko: Good. So long as we aren't missing anything, I think
	we'd better begin.
Quin: So what are we going to do?
Forge: Well, first we have to figure some way of intergrating
	the separate systems.
Quin: Well, we slide in a couple of hours, so maybe you could
	use the replicators to copy our timer.
Forge: Sounds good to me. (puts Timer into a replicator.)
	There, it's copied. Now, to make a new one. (pass Timer to
Quin and begins to replicate a new Timer)
Dax: Ben, the Ship holding the M'Kran crystal has docked.
Forge: What? (drops new Timer. All hell breaks lose.)

(all the lights go off, then start to blink on and off really
quick.)

Sisko: What's going on?
Dax: All the lights are going on and off really quickly.
Sisko: Apart from that.
Dax: Oh, the Wormhole opened.
Quin: Mine, or yours?
Dax: I'm not interested. I'm seeing Worf.
Quin: I meant Wormholes.
Dax: Oh. Neither.
Sisko: What do you mean, neither? It has to be one or the
	other.
Dax: It's a whole new one, just outside Op's. Ben, I thinks
	it's from the new Timer.

(Everyone looks at Forge, who looks at the dropped Timer.)

Forge: Opps.
All: D'oh!

(Meanwhile in the Bar.)

Quark: Ahhhhhhhhh! I knew that dart board was going to be a
	menace.
Lister: Sorry, man. Here let me-
Quark: Get away from me. I can't trust your hands. ROM! Get
	this dart outta my EYE!
Wolverine: Look at it this way. If we'd been playing pool, this
	would never have happened during that power strike, right?
Rom: Strike? You mean cut?
Wolverine: Don't contradicte me.
Rom: Gulp!
Quark: Pool? Hmmm. Opertunity knocks.
Rom: More like it blinded you in one eye.
Quark: SHADUP! (whacks Rom upside the head) And help me get
	this thing out.
Rom: I think Dr Bashir better take a look at it.
Quark: Rom, I'm not in the mode for your lame jokes.
Rom: It's not a joke.
Quark: (waving hands round madly) JUST PULL IT OUT! ! ! ! ! OW!
	What the? Stop. STOP! (whinces with pain) I think Dr
	Bashir better have a look at it. (Moves off.)
Rom: That’s what I said.
Quark: ROM!
Rom: Coming brother! (runs off)
Wolverine: While their gone, lets raid the bar.
Lister: YEAH!

(The pair move off only to find Morn has beaten them to it and
has drunk Quark dry)

Mike + Servo + Crow: Ewwww. That’s disgusting.

Lister: You hear something?
Wolverine: Yeah, not sure what.

Servo: Deaf and hairy.

(Wolverine looks around, confused.)

Crow: And UGLY!

Wolverine: If I find out who's saying that. (pops claws)

Mike: How come he never bleeds when that happens?

(meanwhile in Op's. Dax is about to report that something has
came out of the Wormhole.)

Sisko: Well?
Dax: Well what?
Sisko: Your supposed to give me a report.
Dax: Why bother? The narator-

(stage director)

Dax: This is a parody in case you hadn't notice.

(So? Someone might print it out and use it for something. So
I'm the Stage director, OK?)

Crow: Like in what?

Dax: Whatever.
Sisko: Report.
Dax: Huh? Oh, yeah. Some unidentifable ship just came through
	the wormhole.

Mike: No change there then?

Sisko: (looks around as if though he'd heard something else)
	Thank you.
Kira: (sighs when she relises she's gotten a line.) We're being
	hailed.
Quin: (to Kryten) I gotta go. Cover for me will you?
Kryten: Of course sir, it's in my programing to do so.
Sisko: On screen.
Sheridan: I'm Captain John Sheridan. I'm here to make some new
	plot lines to keep this parody going.

Crow: Like we didn't see that one coming.

Kryten: (to Sisko) If I may sir? Where are you from?
Sheridan: Babylon 5.
Kryten: Uh oh.

(meanwhile in another corner of the bar. Quin is talking to the
other Sliders and the Ferangi.)

Quin: Yeah, well here ya go. New contracts for each of us.
Wade: (Reading through contract.) I am not having breast
	implants.
Rembrant: (reading contract) I am not growing a beard and long
	hair.
Maggie: (barely visable behind the Ferangi that are busy
	looking at her chest) I am not just going to stand around
	in the background and look pretty.
Quin: Well, we can negotiate.
Ferangi #1: No negotiations.
Wade: I'd rather deal with, Rupert Murdoch.
Quin: He owns Fox.
Wade: Oh.
Ferangi #2: (whispers in Quins ear) Loose the female with the
Red hair, we'll put you in bed with the babe.
Quin: (face lights up) Cooooool.
Rembrant: What about this beard thing?
Ferangi #3: Agreed. Shave it all off. It'll look better.
Rembrant: I've had the tash since high school.
Ferangi #3: Lose it, or your pay check.
Rembrant: (whips out a razor.) Done.
Ferangi #1: Good. Then we are all agreed.
Ferangi #2: (into comm unit) Beam the red haired female aboard.

(Maggie disapears in a swirl of light, her clothes drop to the
floor.)

Ferangi #2: NO! Not the babe, the Red Haired human female.

(In Ops Kira disapears, her catsuit drops to the ground, and
she is replaced with a naked Maggie.)

O'Brian: (screams like a woman.)
Dax: Sheesh. Just when you though you knew someone.

(back in the bar)

Ferangi #2: Ram, you incomptant. I said the human. Beam the two
	people back to their prevous postions.
Servo: Can these guys get ANYTHING right?

(Kira return to Op's. Naked.)

Mike: Apparently not.
Servo: Heeelo, Nurse.

O'Brian: Eppp! (covers Kira with a blanket) Alright, nothing to
	worry about. Nothing to see here.
Dax: But I've eight life times of experince of seeing this sort
	of thing.
All: Shut up Dax!

(Back in the bar. Maggie is stark naked and doesn't look
bothered in the slightest. The male patrons of the bar all have
their tongues and jaws on the floor.)

Ferangi #2: (slaps forehead.) Jesus, with their clothes on!

(Their clothes reappear. Much to all of the male patrons of the
bars disgust.) 

Odo: (woried about his, er, problem) Maybe I'd better ask Dr
	Bashir what to do next. 

Crow: Yeah get outta there. Besides your shape shifting skills
	were pathetic.
Mike: He's human now.
Crow: That’s no excuse.
Servo: What's with the facial bumps then?

(Odo leaves, meanwhile the Ferangi finally get their act
together and beam Wade over)

(Insert Commercial break)

It's been making all the critics on ALL subjects, sit up and
take note.

Barry Norman said: "Indeed, it's the biggest load of crap I've
seen, since I moved from the BBC to Sky. Oh, waitaminute, that
was only a couple of weeks ago. Er, darn, oh lets through in
one of these advert thingies."

But he does movies, so his opinion doesn't matter. Mind you,
even the tabloid press are taking note. 

The sun wrote: "Since Richard (of Good morning with Richard and
Judy) started taking Viagra, the new male impotence drug thing
that's taken awhile to get out of the states into Europe, we've
noticed a distinct improvement in his on screen appearance. He
has more energy, more entuthiasm, and undoubtedly he sex drive
must be improving, because Judy has been off so much more
during the last month then she normally does when she's ill,
his female co hosts keep changing on a daily basis. But what am
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(End Commercial break)

(Meanwhile on the White Star, Lenier walks into a room to find
Wade there.)

Lenier: Woah! (eyes pop out of head) Schwing!
Wade: (hiding behind a few containers) Er, Are there any
	clothes here?
Lenier: Er, clothes? Yes, yes in Delean's quarters. (puts a
	cloak around Wade) There this way.

(As Wade leaves, Lenier looks at the camera with a wolfish grin
on his face, wiggles his eyebrows up and down, then leaves.)

Servo: Can he get away with that?

(Meanwhile in Op's Sheridan has just been beamed in. With him
is Baldrick.)

Sheridan: We need to get things cleared up a bit for season
	four. Here this . . . person was left behind in the last
	parody involving you Trek and Dwarf people.
Baldrick: (smiles a toothy grin.)
Sisko:  Yuck!
Kryten: I can't wait to start cleaning all the mess that he's
	going to leave.
Baldrick: I am toilet trained.
Sheridan: Just.
Sisko: Wait. What are you doing back here, before your fourth
	season? You were MIA.
Sheridan: Men In Amber?
Sisko: No! Missing In Action.
Sheridan: Ohhhh. Writers fouled up.
Sisko: Right we need something to make up time, er, entertain,
	our readers while we try to figure things out.
Dax: I've an idea.

Servo: Doesn't she always?

Dax: Who said that?
Sisko: I don't know but it's getting annoying. Anyway your
	idea?
Dax: Oh, yeah. (hits a few buttons.) There we are, that ought
	to buy us five minutes or so.

(Play the video for "Save Tonight" by Eagle-Eye Cherry. This
time with Trek and Dwarf characters. Bashir walks down the
prominade singing.)

Bashir: Go on and close, the shutters. All we need is low
	lighting. You and me, and a bottle of synth ale, going to
	hold you this shift. 

(Bashir has now moved into Quarks Bar. He picks up a bottle of
synth ale, takes a look at Quark and leaves. Camera pans over
to where Quark should be, but;) 

Bashir: (behind bar dressed like Quark. Rom is rubbing his eyes
	in surprise.) We know, I'm not really me. How I wish. . .
	wish that I wasn't going to blow up this system. (Robber
	holds them up and takes all the latnum) Take this synth
	ale, and drink with me. Lets delay our impending death.
	Save tonight, and fight the next duty shift. Come
	tomorrow, tomorrow we'll be dead.

(Bashir winces when we hear a phaser shot hit the fleeing
robber. We follow Bashir out of the bar. Pan across to the
robber only to see Bashir lying on the floor.)

Bashir: (dressed like robber) There's a hologram, of a fire,
	and it burns like Dax for Worf. Tomorrow comes, with
	desire, to blow us all up. . . . It's true.

(As the robber is practically beaten and dragged away, the
camera pans up again to the security guard holding a smoking
phaser. It's Bashir.)

Bashir: (dressed like security guard.) It ain't easy, to say
	goodbye, darling please, don't start to cry. Cause girl
	you know I've got to go. Lord I wish it wasn't so. Save
	tonight, and fight the next duty shift. Come tomorrow,
	tomorrow we'll be dead.

(The camera moves over to see Lister surrounded by DS9
characters, as he hammers out a tune on his guitar. The DS9
crew flee in terror. The camera pans across to Bashir dressed
like Morn and lying on the ground.)

Bashir: (dressed like Morn and lying on the ground.) Tomorrow
	comes, to blow us all up. I wish that I, that I could
	live. Girl you know I've got to go. Lord I wish it wasn't
	so. 

(once more, the camera pans across to Bashir as he walks past
the tramp)

Bashir: (as he was originally) Save tonight, and fight the next
	duty shift. Come tomorrow, tomorrow we'll all be dead.

Servo: And the point of that was?
Mike: Space filler?
Crow: Well, at least Shatner isn't in this one.

Sisko: Dear god. Who is saying that?
Dax: I'm not sure. Hey why is it we've got all these little
	seats at the bottom of the screen?
Sisko: Like in a theatre?
Rimmer: Or a cinema?
Sisko: What's a cinema?
Rimmer: A place you go to see movies.
Sisko: That’s a theatre.
Rimmer: No, a theatre is a place you go to see plays, and
	pantos.
Sisko: That’s a play house, Panto?
Dax: Ancient Britain used to have a play on in their theatre,
	in the form of comedy, for children of all ages, around
	Christmas. In the late twentieth century they tended to
	use Australian soap stars in them. As well as comedians
	dressed up like fat women. Dames I think they were called.
O'Brian: (Whispering to Rimmer) I wouldn't bother trying to
	correct them, Americans are too stuck up to admit their
	mutilating the English language.
Sisko: We aren't mutilating it. We just assimlating words from
	other languages to use.
Rimmer: Worse then the Borg.
Sisko: Oh GOD! Here they come again!!
Sheridan: What the?
Dax: He's having a Wolf 359 flashback!
Worf + O'Brian: Oh shit. (both duck under work stations.)
Sheridan: Wolf 359?
Dax: Site of a very bad battle.
Sheridan: Like the battle of the line?
Dax: (grabs sheridan) DUCK! !
Sheridan: Wha? (a phaser blast screams by where he was just
	standing)
Dax: He never quite recovered from the experience.
O'Brian: How bad is it?
Dax: According to Cassidy, he sometimes wakes up at two in the
	morning in a cold sweat.
Worf: (to O'Brian) This is my fault. If I had not let Captain
Picard be abducted by the Borg, this would never have happened.
O'Brian: And then we wouldn't have pulse phasers on the
	Defiant, Quantum Torpedos, or Tri-Cobalt. Yeah, your
	right, this IS your fault.
Rimmer: What we could really do with is another plot twist to
	calm him down.
Forge: No we don't.
Dax: Wait a minute, Rimmer might get his wish. There's a
	temporal anomaly forming off to port.
Forge: We don't- (slaps forehead with bionic hand.) Ow! We
	don't want one. We don't want a temporal anomaly.
Kira: We're being hailed.
Sisko: Put it on.

(I think you can guess who's going to appear here.)

Kirk: This is Captain. . . James . . . T . . . Kirk, of the. .
	. Starship. . . . Enterprise. . .  We come in . . . peace.
	Surrender or we'll . . . . blow you out the sky with. . .
	. photon torpedos! 

Mike + Servo + Crow: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
	ANYTHING BUT SHATNER! ! ! ! !

Spock: There are not in the sky, captain. And who was that who
	said "No!" so loudly?
Sisko: We don't know.
Dax: There's another anomaly forming off to starboard.
Sisko: Terrific
Kira: We're being hailed again.
Sisko: Put it on screen.

(Kirk disapears and is replaced with Optimus Prime.)

Servo: Waitaminute. Isn't he dead?
Mike: He got better.

Prime: This is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Who am I
	speaking to?
Sisko: Captain Benjamin Sisko, DS9.
Prime: Are you a human?
Sisko: Yes.
Prime: Oh well. I thought the station wasn't big enough for
	most of us.
Sisko: Excuse me?
Prime: Transformers are far bigger then humans. Well, except
	for the Micro Masters and the Minibots, but I think the
	writters forgot about them.
Goldbug: Yeah, no one cares when your small.
Dax: Ahem (sniggers to herself.)
Sisko: Uh huh. And how did you get to be here?
Prime: We were hunting down the remains of the Decepticon army,
	our evil enemy's, who in the twentith century of Earth's
	past, were trying to plunder it's natural resources.
Sisko: (to Forge) is this true?
Forge: Well, it's my time peroid, but, I don't rember anything
	like that.
Prime: We weren't part of the official Marvel comics universe.
	Well, not for long.
Forge: That might explain it then.
Dax: Ben, the Oberth class ship has docked, but the Defiant is
	on its way here.
Sisko: Good. Waitaminute. Who's piloting it?
Dax: I don't know. They won't answer my hails.
Sisko: Damn.
Dax: Ben, their powering weapons.
Sisko: What?
Forge: Don't worry, your shields are at maximum.
Prime: Maximals?
Forge: No, maximum. Their sheilds are at maximum.
Prime: Oh.
Dax: Erm, Prime. What kind of armaments do you have?
Prime: The latest in Cybertronian weaponry.
Dax: Are they lasers?
Prime: Yes.
Dax: Ben, the Defiant is heading for them.
Sisko: What type of sheilds do you have?
Prime: We don't have shields. Otherwise we would have used them
	in "Arrival from Cybertron", instead of having Ironhide
	man the laser gun to blow away the asteroid fragments.
Kira: Theres another anomaly forming. Another ship the size of
	the Autobots is arriving.
Hot Rod: Er, Prime. Some guy claming to be a Predicon is
	wanting to have a word with you?
Prime: So?
Hot Rod: Well, this guy seems to be partly organic. Not
	metallic like us.
Prime: Damn. Now we're involved with Star Trek, the mainstream
	Marvel universe, and our own spin off.
Har Head: What about that ship that's heading towards us?
Dax: It's just cloaked. Must be going to be used as plot point
	later on in the parody.
Rimmer: Or this series.
Dax: Huh?
Rimmer: Well, this is the THIRD part of a series of crossovers.
	How many more plot points weren't resolved in the last
	parody? What was Cancer man up to? How did that World War
	one General get to Babylon 5? Why did Blackadder have no
	memory of how he survived the big push? What caused Red
	Dwarf and Voyager to go through an exit jumpgate in 1918
	all the way to 2250 something or other? When will this all
	end?
Sisko: When will you shut up?
Hot Rod: Should I ready the Dinobots?
Prime: No, we will try diplomacy.
Kup: Ah, we always try that first. We are supposed to be
	hunting the Decepticreeps down ya know.
Blurr:Weallgoingtodiediedie.Wegotasuperwarshipcomingatusfromone
	sideandourenemysformtheother.We'realldoomeddoomeddoomed.
Prime: + Kup +Hot Rod: SHUT UP BLURR!
Hard Head: Or I'll make you the first Target and HEAD master.
Sisko: Well, have fun. Sisko out.
Kup: I won't forget this.
Hot Rod: You never do. 
Rimmer: What the smeg is a Head master?
Dax: What's a Target Master?
O'Brian: Who cares? It proberly means more technobabble.
Forge: Shouldn't we help them?
Sisko: Why?
Forge: Well, for one thing. They might have something that
	could reverse our situation and get us all back to our own
	homes.
Sisko: I thought you were dealing with that?
Forge: Yeah, well. Might be more interesting to do it with
	them.
Kira: Why did you drop that timer by the way?
Forge: Oh that was because I heard about the M'Kran crystal
	(slaps forehead with bionic hand) D'oh, (rubs sore head)
	that hurt. When will I learn?
O'Brian: (darkly) Well, you could build your self a
	cloneamatic. Clone your self a new hand.
Forge: (Thinks about it, then dismiss it.) The M'Kran crystal.
	That must be behind this all. Where is it?
Sisko: Woah, hold on there. What is this crystal to you?
Forge: It is a MAJOR plot device in my universe. It controls
	the destiny of ALL of the universes.
Sisko: Oh, OK, then. Off you go. Docking port two.

Servo: Yeah, like that'll work.
Mike: Shhh! Some people are trying to watch the picture.
Servo: Like who?
Mike: Erm,
Crow: This is a parody. You read it.
Mike: Ahh, shudap.

Sisko: And somebody, try to find out who's saying that.

Mike + Servo + Crow: Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.

Dax: Ben, there's a Predator ship aproching the Autobot vessel.
Sisko: Oh boy. Waitaminute. Where'd that come from?

(On board said Predator ship.)

Predator Captain: Perfect, I can become the first Predator to
	have a Transformer head in my collection.
Predator #1: (looks nervous) Erm, yes. Yes, you can, sir.

(Meanwhile on the Autobot vessel.)

Grimlock: Me Grimlock want to smash Decepticons.
Kup: Sheesh, Grimlock. How many times do I have to tell you?
	These are the Predacons.
Sludge: (trying to sound intelligent.) They form Predaking.
Kup: NO! That's the original Predicons from our timeline. These
	are the future Decepticons.

 (The Dinobots look at each other in confusion.)

Servo: Something they do a lot of.

Sludge: Uh oh. Me no like. Er, do they form Predaking?
Kup: (slaps face with disbelief)
Slag: Me not care what they called. Me just melt them down.
(Transforms into Triceratops and accidently incinerates Wheelie
when he breaths fire.)
Wheelie: (totally surprised.) Shriek!
All Autobots: YES! ! ABOUT TIME! !
Grimlock: Why we not try that before?
Sludge: Er, him fried? Friend, me mean, friend.
Kup: Censors wouldn't let us.
Swoop: Can we do that to Daniel?
Kup: Not unless you want to have Spike use Fortress Maximus to
	squash you underfoot. Oh and have Hot Rod and Springer out
	for revenge for Arcee.
Jazz: I still can't believe the writters thought up of that
	one. Bonding Arcee and Daniel as headmasters, I mean Ewww.
	I'm surprised she hasn't gone mad.
Kup: You obviously never heard of what happens when a Female
	Transformer has PMS.
Jazz: Erm, I don't think I'd want to.
Perceptor: As well as the fact that she has been carying Daniel
	around inside her head since our series ended, which was
	1987, for the past eleven years, she has been going
	insane.
Jazz: Why's that?
Perceptor: Wouldn't you go mad if you had to have Daniel in
	YOUR head?
Jazz: (thinks about it) Ugg.
Perceptor: And of course, this is during Daniels Teenage years,
	and you know what that means, Palyboy magazine, strange
	posters of semi-naked women, all decourating the inside of
	Arcee's skull…… (Perceptor continues to ramble on, while
	Jazz, almost dies of boredom.)
Grimlock: Er, what about Blurr?
Kup: What about him?
Sludge: Can we roast him?
Kup: Well, I think I still owe him one, for something. Can't
	rember what. Had something to do with a big, spider?
Swoop: That first.
Kup: Yeah, I won't forget that in a hurry. What were we talking
	about?
Swoop: (Covers his face with his wing in disbelief)
Grimlock: (Making circling motions with his hand near his head)
	Me Grimlock positive Kup losing it.
Kup: Why you young whiper snapper. I'll have you know that I've
	been fighting Decepticons since, since. Damn. When did I
	start fighting them? Losing what?
Snarl: How come me not in movie?
Sludge: You ask for too much money.
Swoop: That why Wheeljack and Windcharger killed off.
All Dinobots: Huh, huh, huh!
Jazz: (Angry) Hey! Those were friends of mine.

Servo: Now shut up before I use my Kung Fu on you.
Mike + Crow: Huh, huh, huh!

Jazz: Who said that?
Kup: Say where am I? I don't recognise this place.
Prime: Kup, dispatch the Dinobots. The Predator ship is heading
	our way.
Kup: The who? The what?
Prime: Dear god. He's finaly cracked under the presure.
Kup: Who am I?
Prime: Shut down, Kup. Dinobots, intercept the Predator ship.
Grimlock: Me Grimlock, love challenge. (Dinobots jump out of a
	nearby airlock into space.)
Kup: Who won the world cup in 1998?
Picard: Tch tch tch.

(meanwhile, on board the Predator vessel.)

Predator #1: Captain,
Predator Captain: What is it?
Predator #1: It's your job.
Predator Captain: Very funny. That joke's been done to death. 
Predator #1: Not in this parody it ain't.
Predator Captain: Shut up! (kills Predator #1 with his bare
	hands.) Now, what was it?
Predator #2: He can't tell you now.
Predator Captain: Why not?
Predator #2: He's dead.
Predator Captain: Oh, yeah. Well what was he going to report?

(Shot of the Dinobots, now in Dino modes in space. Grimlock in
T-rex mode is busy tearing at the hull of the Predator ship.
Sludge Tranforms in to Brontosaurus and lands on the hull doing
massive damage on impact. Slag transforms into Triceratops mode
and breaths flames on the engines. Meanwhile Swoop and Snarl
just tear the hull apart with their bare hands. Oh  and Snarl
uses his sword.)

Predator #2: Five robots have Transformed into dinosaurs and
	our tearing our hull apart.
Predator Captain: Dinosaurs? Boy, that’s original. Can they do
	any damage?
Predator #2: They already have.

(Predator ship implodes and the Dinobots are sent spiralling
into space. A life pod jetisons from the Predator ship and hits
the Oberth class ship.)

Crow: Can anyone actually survive something like that?
Mike: The Dinobots can.

Grimlock: (Flying off into space) Me need new strategy.
Slag: Me Slag, say you full of sesilum saloni.
Grimlock: Me Grimlock say you full of shit.

Mike: Gee, do they always argue like this?
Servo: Like I care?

Grimlock: (re, Servo) Who say that?
Slag: ME! (breaths fire on Grimlock.)
Grimlock: Too can play stupid game! (breaths fire on Slag)

(Meanwhile at docking port two.)

Forge: Yes, this is the M'Kran crystal. Now with this, I ought
	to be able to get things sorted out.
Predator Captain: (exits an escape pod that crashed into the
	Oberth class ship and holding onto various dead security
	guards that are slung over his shoulders.) I'm so glad to
	hear that.
Forge: Who are you?
Predator Captain: Think of me, as someone who thinks, if you
	can use that to sort out this weird mess, I can use it to
	take over the Universe. Bwa ha ha! Ha! Ha! !AHA! Ha HA!

(Judge Dredd walks around the corner and sees the Predator
Captain.)

Dredd: Holy! Not another one. (makes a grab for his lawgiver.)
	Wha, where's my gun? Oh well, guess I'm gonna have to take
	this thing on with my boot knife. (pulls out knife and
	makes his way over to Predator Captain. Wolverine rounds
	the same corner and sees Dredd.)
Wolverine: Holy, he's after Forge now. (pops claws) Lookout
Forge, there's a fascist cop after you.
Forge: Bishop? Where?
Wolverine: Not that one. Judge Dredd.
Forge: (puzzled) The really crap Stallone film?
Dredd: I have nothing to do with that film. 
Wolverine: Touche.
Dredd: (turns to face Wolverine.) Lets have it out right here
	mutie.
Forge: Hey. What you got against us mutants?
Dredd: Aw, not another one. Shudup! (kicks Forge in the head.)
Predator captain: gee thanks. Makes abducting him that much
	easier.
Wolverine: Grrrrawrr (and other unidentifiable inhuman growling
	noises.)
Dredd: Touche.
Wolverine: (Two words. No, three. Berserker killer rage.)
Dredd: Drokit.

Crow: You call that swearing?

Oh boy. Could things ever get any worse? Will Dredd kill
Wolvie, or will Wolvie kill Dredd? What will happen when Kirk
comes on board? Why are the Autobots facing the enemies of
their own descendents? What did happen to Dredds gun? Will we
ever here from that Judge Judy bitch again?

Judy: You will if you keep that tone up.

Opps, sorry.

Judy: Shadup.

CONTINUE TO PART FOUR