Seven Words in TNG

said.
"As toilet paper?" asked Worf as

 

he squatted over the seldom seen turboshit

 

which lead to his secret disco bunker

 

filled with Beta-tapes and vinyl LPs and

 

that other retro stuff he'd been collecting

 

, along with white polyester suits, gold chains

 

, and a clone of John Travolta. "Now

 

the ritual is complete," said Worf. "My

 

next date with Troi is rapidly approaching

 

fruition. Where is the gagh?" Just then

 

a ensign died for no apparent reason

 

. "Well, how about we take five?" suggested

 

Riker, hoping to avoid the paperwork. "Let's

 

go and get chocolate sundaes," Troi concurred.

 

"One T'karian sunset coming up,"

 

said Data, who was tending the bar

 

so that Guinan could pursue her lifelong

 

Troi arrived, and while fluffing her hair

 

she yawned, and sang a little song:

 

"I know a song that gets on