Sometimes when I suggest large teams split up, it's just in the spirit of friendly competition.
That's not how it panned out this week.
Eagle 3000 showed up with somewhere between 7 and 10 teammates, depending on how you counted, and I figured that merited a division of talent. Of course, having done that, both the Pig Bottoms and the Furries showed up with their Brady Bunch-like crews, so there went that plan.
Worse than that, Eagle 3000 and Eagle 3000 Part 2 got into a turf war the likes of which I haven't yet seen at Thursday night trivia. The latter team even changed their name to Johnie is a C**t. Sticks and stones are no match for the C-bomb-biggety.
The showdown reached a head when I revealed that the two teams were tied for third place. Wigs were snatched. The battle looked like this:
I haven't been this distressed since 72 missiles were loaded onto the USS Enterprise in J.J. Abrams' lens flare-saturated Star Trek sequel (in theaters this weekend).
In the end, Eagle 3000 lost to C**t, even though the rep from the latter team thought that the letter J didn't exist until the 19th century. J is for "Jesus Christ what a terrible answer!" The team kissed, made up, kissed again, and got all Muppety for their photo. I got all lens flarey.
Just above the fray in second place were The Furries, whose roster has grown so exponentially that I can only presume they're actually Tribbles. This pic accounts for roughly half of their Starfleet.
But taking the competition boldly where no man has gone before (i.e. the ladies restroom at the Eagle) were our first-place winners, Pig Bottoms. Live long and prosper to the tune of $30 worth of booze.
Spock you next week. Let's heal together.