“…and I don't remember the rest, but your mother's a whore.” Sean Connery

The monk rolls a 7-10 split. So the Ferenghi says, "I bet a hundred bars of latinum you'll never get this spare."

So the clone says, "You need a spare? I'm standing right here."

"The clown can stay, but the Ferengi in the gorilla suit has to go!"

The clerk asked for their shoe sizes.

The monk said, ‘I’ve renounced worldly attachments.'

The clone said, ‘I'm the same as him.’

The Ferengi said, ‘Fine—but I’ll rent mine out to you by the frame.’”

I found this from 13 years ago.

The Ferengi wishes to wager on the outcome of the game, but the monk has sworn a vow of poverty. The two agree that if the monk does not win the game, he will engage in the 17th century practice of indentured servitude.

After the Ferengi's performance in the 10th frame the chances that the monk will win are very slim, causing the Ferengi to boast that the monk's abbey will soon be unable to run at peak efficiency.

"That is highly unlikely" states the monk, "for I have already obtained a spare."

Big payday for Jeffrey Combs.

A monk, a clone, and a Ferengi decided to go bowling together.

First they were told that they had to rent shoes. The clerk informed them that they were in luck and had just received a new shipment of the most amazing shoes in all the galaxy, but as the try-on room was rather small, they could only go in one at a time.

As the monk was first in line, he went in first.

After just a couple minutes though, he came out again, in his bare feet, saying, "I have given up worldly possessions. Besides, none of them are my size."

Everyone accepted this, so the clone went in next, but came back out even faster. "I'm sorry, but I have a problem with those shoes. They are anti-clone. And besides, I'm the same size he is!"

Furrowing his brow in puzzlement though he did, the Ferengi resolved to go have a try. But he was only gone a few moments when there was a great noise from footfalls. All twenty pairs of shoes walked out and headed to the door as fast their little souls could carry them.

Here's my shot.

A monk a clone and a ferengi decided to go bowling together. The clone was up first. The first frame was a perfect strike, and everyone was impressed. But the next frame he got only 9, the following frame 8, the next 7, and so on.

The monk and the ferengi snickered and shared a glance. The monk said, "poor guy, that's a bad case of replicative fading."

The ferengi cackled as he picked up his bowling ball and approached the line. "Ok gentlemen time to learn from a pro." He bowled a great game, but never got a single strike. The monk asked him what was up with that. The Ferengi just shrugged and said "i don't believe in unions."

So finally it was the monk's turn. He prayed to the prophets "prophets be with me" and threw his ball. It looked like a good shot, but about halfway down it veered off into the gutter. Again he prayed. And again his bowling ball veered off course and into the gutter. This happened repeatedly. Finally the monk mumbled to himself "I always knew this nonlinear time thing was bullshit."

Something something I’m all ears.

But a clone of what?

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