Seven Words in TNG

Lore laughed hysterically. "Yes, Captain!"

 

Picard sighed dramatically and swept across the

 

tip of his nose. FIRE EVERYTHING!!! Data...

 

was uncharacteristically and disturbingly happy to oblige.

 

"Death to you all!" Data screamed, firing

 

whipped cream out of his left finger

 

and then licking it off like gay...

 

pride protest marchers in the East Village.

 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the

 

Antares Maelstrom, a Borg cube waited impatiently

 

for Picard, to be locutized again and...

 

feel the way they felt in 1990.

 

Picard had a better idea: Snuggie them.

 

"We can't go back," he said. "But

 

we can wrap them in fleecy comfort

 

, in soothing, teal, metrosexual and politically correct

 

style that will soothe their cold, calculating

 

hearts. They'll be helpless," Picard chortled gleefully

 

whilst laughing evil. "They won't stand up...

 

when they're wrapped up in their Snuggies!"