Seven Words in TNG

"Where were the hand puppets," Picard asked.

 

Wesley whimpered. "Darmok...and Jilad...at....Tanagra."

 

Inexplicably incensed, Date howled "Nein! Nein! Nein!"

 

Riker stopped incensing Data, putting the censer

 

in his pants. "Commander, is that sandalwood

 

incense sticks you're burning? Far out, dude!"

 

"Actually, it's a rare Andorian incense, Data."

 

As incense poured from Riker's pants, Picard

 

started doing hip-hop moves he had learned

 

from Boothby. Boothby was not just a

 

gardener. "Heavy B" recordings topped the Interstellar

 

music charts and united people everywhere.

Amused,

 

Worf donned a white suit with big

 

lapels and busted out his best Klingon

 

boogie. The mirror-ball shone dazzlingly off Picard's

 

shiny swim trunks as he took a

 

running start towards the diving board.

"Captain!

 

The pool is full of quantum fissures,"

 

exclaimed Data, "and an electromagnetic El-Adrel-like creature!"

 

But it was too late. Picard leaped