Seven Words in TNG

petting kitties galore on their laps while

 

Geordi sang the blues. "Why don't I

 

make some Tribbles flambe with dips and

 

corn chips?" "Sounds disgusting," Beverly snorted derisively.

 

She resumed snorting her coke line. "Cocaine

 

-- she don't lieeee, Cocaine!" Beverly recited enthusiastically.

 

"That was dreadful, Beverly," hastily chided Picard.

 

"I certainly hope it was just synthecoke."

 

thought Wes who was concerned his mother

 

was going through some trying times after

 

he left the tribble in the toaster.

 

It turned out Beverly liked Eric Clapton,

 

and rubbed bag balm on her nipples

 

for that just-sonic-showered morning freshness

 

which disguised the smell of gin and

 

jelly doughnuts, which she had for breakfast

 

and lunch (but not dinner) every Tuesday

 

when Picard was done "wit his bizness."

 

Picard corrected. "Jizzness, my man." Everyone looked...

 

a little pale upon hearing that. "Perhaps