I Can Has ROFL Nyao? Or, The ROTFLMAO of the Catgirl

[Shepherd]

A scene from Legend, a Buffy/Star Trek crossover (www.tthfanfic.org/Story-24717-41/ShayneT+Legend.htm).

Seeing three drones approaching, the Buffybot maneuvered into her fighting stance. She was standing on a catwalk and she could see that it was a long way down.
Buffy would have gone down with a quip, but this had never been the Buffybot’s best feature. She thought of the scariest things she could say, and then she flashed on a conversation she’d overheard from Xander in his work in construction.
There had been something he feared as a construction foreman…
“I’m with OSHA!” she said brightly. “You have a number of safety violations!”
The first drone stepped through the force shield and the Buffybot said, “These railings aren’t at all compliant with safety standards. They are far too low. People could easily fall.”
She grabbed the Borg by its metal arm and flipped it over her shoulder. It flew over the railing, presumably to its death. As it fell, it passed through the force field as though it wasn’t there.
“These railings aren’t well secured,” she said, pulling a metal bar free from its mounting. “Substandard workmanship.”
She smashed the metal bar into the head of the second Borg to come against her, and then hit it in the side. It too went flailing over the side of the railing.
“People could get hurt!” she said, shoving the bar through the chest of the third Borg.
As the fourth came up from behind her, she switched tactics. A line from Monte Python occurred to her, suddenly.
“What is your favorite color?”
The only thing missing as the Borg fell was the screaming. Apparently the Borg had no sense of humor.

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