Seven Words in TNG

sandwiches without the tangy zip of Miracle

 

Whip salad dressing? It always makes sandwiches

 

...."

"Do they have sandwiches in the future?"

 

asked Ralph Offenhouse. "Space sandwiches," Data explained.

 

"They are made of numerous different alien

 

pepperoni and excrement". "What kind of excrement...

 

this stuff smells and tastes like it

 

dropped out of Worfs ass. Hairy balls

 

then appeared out of nowhere and dangled

 

in front of Geordi's visor as he

 

was trying to repair the dilithium articulation

 

banana which he had just inserted into

 

the starboard warp plasma removal vent and

 

peeled like the zip on Beverley Crushers

 

wedding dress the day she married Jack

 

Crusher, back when she really had no

Sean

 

idea what the hell this thread was

 

about and could really have cared less.

 

On mention of Beverly's zipper, Batman suddenly

 

leaped into the room and whipped out