Seven Words in TNG

, horns, spikes, claws, scales, and forked tail.

 

Leonard McCoy stared at it, not believing

 

he was accepted in the targ hunt.

 

"I bet that's that green blooded devil

 

that searved with me decades ago."

Worf

 

hadn't noticed a very aged McCoy standing

 

near the statue as he headed to

 

get his targ hunting equipment from the

 

Shuttle pod, but it turned out that

 

he was delusional and had left it

 

not two feet from the old Doctor.

 

"You dropped this, boyyo." said Bones.

Worf

 

walked towards McCoy, asking,"

"Sir, are you

 

lost?"

"I'm competing."

Neither Troi or Alexander

 

Seemed to find that revelation surprising, Worf

 

and O'Brien feared that the old man

 

was playing a joke on them.

"Dad,

 

" Alexander said," you're not going to win

 

against him! Don't you know who that

 

is? The galactic king of targ hunting!!!