Seven Words in TNG

andd pulled down his pants. he was

 

commando, of course. Guinan squeeed and hugged

 

the massive amount of hair on his

 

calvicle. This caused every bone in her

 

to shiver with excitement.

Utterly grossed out,

 

Wesley began convusling.

"Hey, kid, knock that

 

off I'm getting my yearly shrub trim

 

Everyone present retched wretchedly except Mott, who

 

began turning pastel pink, and sweating profusely.

 

Bemused, Data began singing, "Some Enchanted Evening,"

 

causing Q to expand existentially into endless...

 

multiple alternate universes populated with molecularly unstable

 

plotlines and trite versions of familiar faces

 

each with a slice of pepperoni Pizza.

 

"What does all this mean for us?"

 

Wesley and Mr. Homm drank the remaining

 

pizza sauce, hoping to avoid pepperoni conformity.

 

Quite put out, Troi slapped Mr. Homm

 

and asked him to lick

 

the pizza sauce off the ceiling.