Seven Words in TNG

fluffy and delicious, yet suitable for warrior

 

ceremonies, like the Rite of Bleeding Wounds

 

.

"You need braided Targ floss to get

 

that kind of food out of your

 

fangs," hissed Chancellor Gowron, who was not

 

in the least bit amused that the

 

Federation was allowing rampant Romulan aggression in

 

the borderlands along Klingon space while at

 

odds over popcorn making.

"If Starfleet won't

 

step in and prevent the Romulans from

 

spoiling our most sacred blood-wine country

 

then we will be forced to retaliate

 

by flooding the bloodwine market with cheap

 

Ferengi beer!"

Worf was so aghast that

 

he spat on the floor and made

 

funny faces while Gerodi adjusted his VISOR

 

sp he could see within the spectrum

 

of rage being visually expressed by Worf.

 

Gingerly stepping around Worf's splattered phlegm, Gerodi

 

lifted a tricorder and scanned Worf for