Seven Words in TNG

"We don't want any honor bound Klingons!"

 

Worf brandished his bat'leth, and yelled,

 

"Today is a good day to kick

 

your honorless selves to StoVoKor!"

 

He swung the bat'leth wildly,

 

and in the process broke several bottles

 

of cheap Romulan ale Guinan had stored

 

to smuggle out under her

 

long, flowing, tacky night gowns.

 

"I was saving those!" Screeched Guinan agitatedly.

 

"Tough tarts!" retorted Worf, baring his fangs.

 

Guinan recognized the mating ritual and hid

 

under her tritanium-laced bar table, giggling uncontrollably.

 

Troi sensed jealousy welling up in Geordi's

 

loins, as he longed for Guinan's form.

 

Riker grinned as they exited right, holding

 

on to the still-laughing Ferengi, dragging him

 

to the nearest airlock and shoved him

 

feet first into the chamber. Geordi then

 

actived his little known, rarely used visor