Seven Words in TNG

Troi noticed Worf's nostrils flaring with rage

 

as Crusher looked at Wes and said,

 

"This won't hurt one bit."

 

Then the good doctor pulled out a

 

pill which cured Wes's injuries.

 

"Set course for Wal-Mart headquarters, Mr. Data."

 

"Aye, sir." Enterprise sped away at Warp 9.

 

"The Waltons have no honour!" snarled Worf

 

"That's Wal-Mart, Worf," Picard corrected the Klingon.

 

"I'll violently feud with whomever I want"

 

whined the Klingon. "Oh get a sense

 

of humour, you wannabe-Wookie," Riker replied. At

 

that Worf roared in righteous fury and

 

threatened to rip Riker's arms out of

 

time and space. Picard knocked Worf out

 

with a whiffle ball bat he kept

 

under his chair for Klingon-related emergencies.

 

"Riker, take over for Worf," Picard ordered.

 

Riker immediately started to growl and glare

 

at everyone around him. "Not that way,