Seven Words in TNG

cried.

Picard had his opening. "You must

 

do your duty!"

The 8-ball understood completely.

 

It immediately lowered its force field and

 

dropped back onto the floor.

"Captain, how

 

did you do that?" Riker asked.

"Number

 

one, I'm just awesome like that."

Riker

 

stood in awe of Picard's greatness.

"Sir,

 

what should we do with this 8-ball?"

 

"Wait, I haven't finished embracing my greatness..."

 

The 8-ball surreptitiously tried to roll away.

 

It would have gotten away if Wesley

 

hadn't left his latest invention lying around,

 

the '8-Ball Confabulator'. Conversing with the 8-Ball

 

in its real language, it started that

 

evening and continued all throughout the night.

 

"I'm not sure if that's wise," Riker

 

said fearfully.

"Why?" said Data.

"The 8-ball

 

appears to have settled down considerably and

 

it could be storing that rage."

The

 

two machines continued 'talking' with one another