TOS five word thingy!!!

inside Romulan ear canals was

 

the only smell that could

 

top Klingon targ feces. It

 

was instant death to allow

 

any unprepared soul to sniff

 

those pointed auricles of doom,

 

for their eyeballs would melt

 

and cause a chain reaction

 

inside their skulls that would

 

make them dream of ponies,

 

starships and Jewel Staite. Their

 

ideas of sanity are recreated

 

in Xyrillian holochambers located on

 

the nutral zone where chocolate

 

waterfalls lined the corridors leading

 

to the marshmallow furniture that

 

guests would sit on to

 

seal up their butt cracks

 

with sweet, sugary confectionary material

 

for the hell of it.