Seven Words in TNG

Then he patted Rumplestiltskin on the hat

 

. In response, Rumplestiltskin gingerly patted Riker's butt

 

and fondled his crotch...tickling it very

 

much the same way that he would

 

a newborn's belly to make it giggle.

 

"Commander, what's going on here?"

"Nothing, sir,

 

just keep walking...nothing to see here!"

 

he said as Picard passed by the

 

hydroponics lab. The triggered the door and

 

it whooshed open to reveal a drunken

 

be given names and allowed to serve

 

as bridge officers. Riker was bothered by

 

the lack of trombone players aboard the

 

ship and demanded a Jazz Department be

 

added to the ship, but Captain Picard

 

insisted that only classical music and froofy

 

music from 20th century Broadway be allowed

 

to be played on Decks 1-32, and

 

operas and orchestral themes on Decks 33