Seven Words in TNG

lounge; Ritz(tm) crackers and cheese were served

 

and few productive decisions were made. But

 

for the most part nothing really got

 

accomplished. The ugly alien lifeform moved closer

 

and closer to the Enterprise, making odd

 

noises in the vacuum of space...somehow.

 

"Sir, the alien is making odd noises

 

that...somehow...we can hear! Permission to

 

make an actual decision," said Riker.

"Denied!"

 

Picard said rather gruffly. "We don't have

 

the right to decide the fate of

 

another sentient being without first seeing if

 

its intent is hostile or benevolent or

 

we can have meetings, conferences, and debates."

 

"Captain, the lifeform will be upon us

 

before a proper quorum can be established!"

 

Data turned to Picard with a determined

 

look and a copy of "Robert's Rules

 

" in his hands. He intended to teach

 

an accelerated class in proper meeting ettiquette