Seven Words in TNG

incongruity of a Klingon playing jazz music,

 

which made Worf not a merry man.

 

Worf grumbled angrily and leaned over to

 

Troi, and whispered, "lets have some chocolate."

 

"Some chocolate...hot?" asked Troi hopefully. She

 

hopped into the turbolift, forgetting Worf entirely.

 

"Wrong kind of hot chocolate", Worf muttered

 

, "it's Klingon hot chocolate, missy," Worf grumbled.

 

"I'd rather have hot tin," said Tasha

 

Yar, provocatively dressed in a cat suit.

 

The whiskers tended to itch, though. Tasha

 

erotically stroked her thighs while blowing kisses

 

quite playfully. "Wait, aren't you dead?" asked

 

Reg Barclay, who stood off to the

 

bathroom. Aroused by Tashas cat suit he

 

thought "The hell with the holodecks!". Slowly

 

Barclay turned, step by step, following Tasha,

 

his lust growing as techno music played

 

louder and louder. Closer and closer he

 

crept, as Haddaway's What is Love thumped.