Pootraker

The lineup: Hot chick sidekick #421 and a finally good James Bond. Neither of them wanting to talk about what just happened.

Fart Factor: 007 out of 10. Aya C. Labia is new to the scene but holds her ground. James Bond pretends not to call attention to himself (or the gun icon pointed at his crotch) but walks upwind from her, just in case she's a turncoat. And they're in the middle of nowhere, so that should narrow down the suspects.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Q, who's wearing the cloaking device to the left of them.

Please Open the Airlock.

The lineup: Commander William T. Riker, Counselor Deanna Troi-Riker, and Dr. Beverly Crusher. God, I am such a nerd.

Warp Factor: 6 out of 10. The close quarters of the Starship Enterprise makes for lots of shared moments amongst its crew. Hermetically-sealed airlocks, shields, and narrow passageways keep the crew in a constant asteroid field of poop ghosts. It doesn't help either that if one were to fart in that onesy uniform, the only escape for the bubble would be at the collar. Here on the medical bay, someone has rendered the entire room non-sterile. Is it Riker? He seems distracted but determined to overcome. Counselor Troi's magnificent schnoz looks like it's picking up life signs that aren't hers. And Dr. Crusher? She definitely seems to be shooting daggers (set on kill) at someone.

Most Likely Fart Suspect: Look closely: the always astute Dr. Crusher is pointing her tricorder at the most likely source of the anomoly: Counselor Troi's ass.