Seven Words in TNG

his foot in a very French way.

 

He pulled out a croissant, buttered it

 

and then put on his French maid

 

outfit and asked Worf to rub his

 

feet after he feather dusted the tactical

 

console. "Sir, I am a warrior, not

 

a masseur.

"But you have the best hands,

 

Mister Worf...Counselor Troi has told me

 

all about..."

"All right, I think I

 

need to recalibrate the flux capacitor."

"Why

 

the rush, Lieutenant? Stay for a few

 

.

"Sir, the Slayers have boarded us."

"So?"

 

"Sir, vampire killers are now roaming the

 

decks! Soon, they will find Rick Berman!"

 

Picard jumped to his feet and ran

 

to his ready room!

"Damn! He's

 

running like a jackrabbit! Somebody stun him

 

Lt. Rho fired and missed.

"Neener! Neener!"

 

He taunted as he sprinted for the

 

turbolift.

"Gotcha!"

Troi, now repossessed by Tinky