Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
"Not a very heathly meal,"
noted Beverly, scanning with her medical tricorder,
oblivious to the gestures made behind her
including Data's fingers behind her head (antennae)
and Riker licking his lips. "Say, doctor
, what's your prescription for overly moist lips?"
"A tongue-ectomy," Beverly replied. Grabbing her scalpel,
she demonstrated on herself, giggled, then fainted.
"Only quacks have themselves as patients," observed
Troi. She winked at Riker and pointed
at the beer can in his hand.
"Watch me puke," Riker heaved, leaning over
as he barfed on Worf's
Targ leather boots. "You dare dishonor me!"
Astonished by the range of human emotion
, Data went down to engineering to discuss
the possibility of installing an emoticon chip
in his WTF sub-processor so he could
properly react to the hijinks constantly ensuing
in his bed. Hearing this, Geordi decided
Separate names with a comma.