Seven Words in TNG

a well placed kick to his secondary

 

prune juice regulations discombobulated him, and she

 

joined the "I Kicked Worf's Ass" club

 

which sent her a certificate and a

 

free mug, which Data also had, as

 

did most everyone; Worf went down more

 

than a Risian hooker during Jamaharon Festival.

 

Serena gave Worf some advice on fighting

 

using mostly his elbows; he was hopelessly

 

disoriented by Serena's ample pair of luscious

 

apples which he promptly baked into a

 

strawberry cheese cake somehow, he was good

 

at baking, and considered knitting a warrior's

 

skill that must be practiced daily. He

 

made a Cosby-like sweater for the Captain.

 

"But it's not my size," Picard complained

 

. "It's for your winky," Worf said, grumpily.

 

"It'll keep it warm, Captain," Worf explained.

 

Picard looked offended and proceeded to

 

complain it wasn't in pink fun fur