Adam

Quite a challenge! Here, reluctantly, are my choices: Death Star by BaronSat Luke's Landspeeder by Lars Fabuland Star Wars Death Star II by CopMike and Hinckley What if...? by Der Seb Steampunk A-Wing by Sir Dillon Well, good luck to all!

I know perfectly well what's going on. I can't believe it isn't a mutual feeling. Mmm hmm. What's that you say? What?! Of course I know this is all about how "gullible" is being taken out of the dictionary! Right on the mark! ... I think...

Alright everyone, let's wait for the official winners thread to comment about the results of the Tournament. Rest assured, there will be a frontpage article once that thread is created. In the meantime, you guys can talk about how awesome it would be for there to be a mini "judges" tournament.

... and declared, "this is getting out of hand with too much bathroom humour!" He abruptly bulled up his pants while TheBrickster said...

"You fat lard!" Adam looked at his rumbling stomach and bolted to the bathroom. But suddenly...

... should you be able to tell me this: one ply or two ply?

Okay, I'm running out of corny things to say in these threads. The BLUECOATS get it, alright?

Gimme a B! Gimme a L! Gimme a I! Gimme a M! Gimme a P! Gimme a S! Because this time, the REDCOATS take the cake!

Once again, the BLUECOATS prevail. Getting a bit hotheaded, are we, REDs?

I'm afraid I must drop my tissue to the BLUECOATS this time around. Try a little harder next time, REDheads!

... using the facilities. They knocked on the door, and it said...

... a popular comedian to make a crack about the number of cameos in the story, which in turn caused an Italian lawyer named Adam to fall out of the sky. Svelte decided to treat everyone to a chicken dinner, but since they had no chicken, they used...

The ships seemed to remain still in midair. The group stared at them expectantly. Then - "Woah!" "Oh my God!" "DUCK!" Each aircraft blasted off in different directions, one heading right toward them. The team dove as the black ship barely missed their heads. "What was all tha-" Flames erupted from the engines, drowning out all sound. The handle to an airlock door began spinning, and in seconds it burst open. What they saw were definately not Rogues. They weren't even human. The robots that emerged from the ship were unlike any they had ever seen. They were completely skeletal, with lifeless yellow eyes and and sharp claws. What was most disturbing was human brain that emerged from its head - and upon closer inspection, the frail heart encased in the stomach. "This can't be good."

... discoing to a catchy tune while the hooded figure held a shiny round ball in his other hand. However, it seemed the headless minifigure was not, in fact, discoing. He was instead...

Sure.

... a ball of clumped up spaghetti with meatballs to boot. "Hungry?" asked TheBrickster. However, the station master noticed something odd about the pasta. It was...

Um, the fact that Alex added in Jethro makes me not want to go.

I'm in!

I'm so blissfully unaware that I'm about to meet a sticky end with a Santa Fe Super Chief.

Or we could use the hand car to bring it in. (Yes, I get that you're being a jerk)

We could get the fuel cart and load 'er up.

I operate a crane. I may be of some help.

Ditto!

Ah, but apparently there was something that stopped us from collecting the fuel from it. No matter, we'll just chop it with my axe and hold out cups.

Let's put the Croc Rod in the slot and get the heck out of here, shall we?