Seven Words in TNG

night. It was only an after thought

 

so Troi dove in anyway, throwing caution

 

to the targhs. As it turns out

 

there had been too much talk of

 

70's rock and making out with harlots

 

that anyone listening might vomit out their

 

most recent meal, which in this case

 

was irrelevant -- Worf and Troi knocked boots.

 

"What's all that boot-knocking racket?!" yelled

 

Riker. "Commander, are you jealous?" asked Data

 

. "We'll discuss it later, Mr. Data!"

"I'm

 

certain that you are jealous, Commander. Because

 

Worf and Troi did not seek permission

 

to copulate from you, her former lover."

 

"This isn't the 1950's, Data," said Riker.

 

"It's the 2370s, but you're a traditionalist,

 

and traditionalists have no place trying to

 

comprehend such vile acts such as these!"

 

"Whatchoo talkin' bout, Commander?" Data remembered the

 

"Different Strokes" subroutine LaForge installed