Seven Words in TNG

noxious gas. Picard replicated a rolled newspaper.

 

"Thanks for killing me, douche," uttered a

 

bitterly jealous rival of Wesley 'Birdchest' Crusher.

 

"That's the same way I would have

 

reacted if noxious urine gas killed me

 

, or my head were crushed between Worf's

 

thighs during one of his Klingon mating

 

rituals which last six days involving castanets

 

, a pineapple, handcuffs, six puppies, Engelbert Humperdinck

 

music, fresh poinsettas, and nachos smothered with

 

blood sauce. "The crew seems preoccupied with

 

bodily activities," Data noted, as he methodically

 

danced a perfect "Robot" across the bridge.

 

"Oh, Mr. Data, you have a lot

 

of hutzpa doing that dance here!" jeered

 

Mr. Barclay from his station over at

 

ops.

Enterprise lurched ominously; crewmen careened, flying

 

like Peter Pan, but less homo-erotically.

 

Andorian Elvis swiveled like a hound dog,

 

while some very effeminate ensigns vogued impressively.