Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
excellent synthehol-flavored popcorn, a Ferengi favorite.
Worf then turned to B'etor. "You want
some? Come GET SOME," he howled.
Much chest-thumping fist hits were made
, completely destroying the popcorn machine in the
corner of the bridge. "Noooo," the Ferengi yelled.
"Activate self-destruct!" the Ferengi sobbed. "We
can never resell this ship for collector
value MINT condition!" Luursa bit his ear
off and spat it in Worf's face,
causing Worf's Ferengi-ear allergy to kick
in. Worf reached for his comm badge
"Worf to Crusher. I require my medication."
"The 'medication' or is it the standard..."
painstick therapy?" Crusher sighed. "On my way."
"And bring more Willie Nelson," he added.
The earless Ferengi writhed in agony whilst
Lursa and B'Etor laughed at the Ferengi,
their Klingon cleavage jiggling as they did.
Soon, Crusher materialized, carrying an armload of
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