Seven Words in TNG

"Move over, Doctor," said Troi, dressed as

 

Grimace the Memace and holding a golden

 

pair of tongs which she used to

 

hold a paintbrush, covering Picard's head with

 

a golden peace symbol. "That's an improvement,"

 

observed the Federation Council. "We should suggest

 

an ankh tatoo," said the Federation President.

 

"Like mine - it's on my ankhle."

 

Geordi thought the president was rather peculiar,

 

because the president's tramp stamp tattoo was

(ORSE, you made me !)

 

actually quite attractive which made Troi want

 

to counsel him over and over until

 

he revealed his tattoo artist. "But I

 

really want a tattoo of a pink

 

flamingo framed by a sunset," Troi said.

 

"I'll give you a pink flamingo," said

 

RIker; miffed no one asked to see

(aim to please *Macloudt* - aim to please

 

Troi's handcuffs, vibrating golf balls and funnel.

 

"What shall we funnel today?" queried Picard.

 

"something long, strong and quite tasty. something