Seven Words in TNG

contraction!"

"My cunning disguise has failed!" said

 

Commander Tomalak.

"But it was just a

 

(n) eyepatch. Tomalak blink or possibly winked. We

 

can't tell which because of the botox.

 

The nose job wasn't a success, either.

 

But that ass is a masterpiece," said

 

Guinan; who knew a well-turned tail

 

better than anyone, including even Data, who

 

was only slightly confused about the dichotomy

 

when he started approvingly slapping crewmembers' behinds.

 

When he slapped Worf's butt, that caused

 

an erotic version of World War Two

 

which was sensually narrated by Michael Moore.

 

Which admittedly somehow made it more erotic.

 

But only slightly so. Worf purred and

 

demanded a belly scritch, too.

Understandably jealous;

 

Michael Moore pouted and ate

 

a jelly donut with a beer chaser.

 

Data matched him shot for shot, yet

 

as his head spun around he decided ...