Sealab 2021

[TheAltsAlternateAlt]

does there even need to be one...?

every porn site on the interwebz envies us right now...

[noobull]

Yes, this will do.

Let's put some regulations in....

- Maximum dimensions should be 750 pixels wide by 400 pixels high.
- Max size should be, say, um, 150 KB?
- Image should be taken from Sealab 2021, whether as screencaps, official promotional materials, or your own personal work.
- Image should follow the TOS for the boards

[viperxmns]

It'll color me impressed if ppl actually come in and make banners... often times these get ignored, particularly in comedy

[TheAltsAlternateAlt]

lol this was actually more of a joke thread

Because I made a thread about Hesh, and then I came back and we have a new banner of him...

[farnsworth2]

http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r11/farnsworth22/dantessealab.
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i still say this for banner

[viperxmns]

Ask and ye shall receive

[I_am_not_landstander]

excellent

[noobull]

done.

[Iandstander]

Relevant to the current state of affairs

[Iandstander]

yall like sealab theater?


Too bad.

Sealab Theatre

O, then, I see Debbie hath been with you. She is Ol’ Alvis' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little zosterai Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs, The cover of the fins of swordfish, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's wat'ry beams, Her whip of whale's bone; the lash of film; Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid: Her chariot is an empty driftwood Made by the joiner seagull or old grub, Time out o’ mind the fairies’ yatchmakers. And in this state she swims night by night Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love; O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O’er science officers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees, O’er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Debbie with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a’ lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o’er a sailor's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five hundred-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. This is that very Debbie That plaits the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul siren's hair, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes.