Seven Words in TNG

Troi continued to babble. "That will be

 

three tickle-berries, and seven hundred elbow

 

jabs to the ribs," Troi said, laughing.

 

It was a disturbed laugh, much like

 

the last time Troi "sensed something". Sighing,

 

Picard retreated to his ready room for

 

some much needed rest. He closed his

 

eyes and daydreamed about sinking his face

 

into Troi's ample bossom. He knew that

 

would tick off Riker, but to hell

 

with Riker, Picard thought. He was a

 

90's guy after all, and that meant

 

cheese and crackers ,and the occasional romp.

 

But Picard was a real man and

 

like all real men what he wanted

 

was good, quality snuggle time and to

 

seek out new civilizations, shag their women

 

and have a hot dog eating contest.

 

Someone rubbed Picard's head thinking it was

 

a magic wishes lamp. Picard angrily demoted