Seven Words in TNG

apologized for his uncontrolled leakage. "Perhaps Geordi

 

can assist you with your - um, hole."

 

"Probably wouldn't be the first time," whispered

 

Deanna, snickering. Geordi and Worf's eyes narrowed,

 

they both thought they were Data's exclusive

 

plumbers." "Well, maybe we should both have

 

a finger cut off." They grabbed a...

 

bone-saw; Data interceded. "You're both my friends

 

,it is unwise. But if you really...

 

want to help, weld a titanium patch

 

over my buttcrack."

"Are you sure about

 

that?" interceded Riker. "Your quest for humanity

 

needs more space pucks for playing our...

 

special friends. "I believe this is TMI,"

 

temporo-mandibular Isometropia Syndrome which makes your

 

Quantumfieldreversed antipositronic isolinear tricorderscans a bit blurry.

 

" "Interesting," replied Worf, not understanding a word.

 

His tactical display was running Klingon Pong,

 

while pinging the targ in the hole.

 

Three Klingon strippers appeared, tugging his uniform.