Seven Words in TNG

focus our efforts on establishing first contact

 

somewhere where the intelligent beings have less

 

fur and more useful technology. Like blasters!"

 

Worf started searching the database hoping to

 

find a mousse to style his beard.

 

"Aha!" he cried. Spying Riker's hidden supply

 

of nutragoo he grabbed a healthy heap

 

and began to style his beard in

 

a style not seen since before Kahless

 

groundbreaking reverse mofauxhawk.

Picard groaned. "25 years

 

in starfleet and I've never

 

seen worse grooming choices!"

Abashed, Worf returned

 

to the mirror to preen. "A zit!"

 

he growled. "I will smite thee, zit,

 

before the suns next rise.

"Worf, why

 

are you conversing with your bloated blemish?"

 

asked Deanna, wondering if Worf was experiencing

 

a pain in his lower abdomen, commonly

 

seen in middle aged Klingons. Worf was

 

ready for Qaplop, the Klingon defecation ritual.