Seven Words in TNG

and blood-letting abound. Beverly's tricorder began buzzing,

 

, meaning Worf just split his lip attempting

 

to bite his nose off his face

 

, as fur flew everywhere on the bridge.

 

, Wesley Crusher violenty hacked on a hairball

 

as O'Brien watched with much amusement.

"Chief,

 

can you explain to me why a

 

, shouldn't you be manning transporter room one,

 

"but number three is my favorite sir!"

 

With drool bubbling from his mouth, and

 

crazed eyes, the werewolf lept at Worf

 

, owning him in 4.7 seconds. Wesley shrieked

 

, then muttered, "Worf cost me a bet!"

 

Not to worry, because now Wesley could

 

finally get laid, which would be a

 

disaster for people holding shares in Astrolube.

 

"Shouldn't we subdue that violent beast?"

"Worf?

 

.....Worf?"

Worf was preoccupied trying to undo

 

his dislocated sphinxter.

"Perhaps, Dr. Crusher should

 

operate immediately."

"Won't work. Klingon tradition forbids