Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
turned his suspicious eyes on every lavender
shirted ensign who could recite Zephraim Cochrane's
famous ode to Mac David. He could
identify the perpetrator by their rich baritone
but that didn't stop him accusing Worf
of eating everyone's french fries.
it, but the evidence was overwhelming: his
french fry scented belches were all the
rage in the nightly crew belching contest.
"I am Worf! Son of Mogh, and
daughter of darkness! two for the price
of Juan Valdez!" No one was sure
if Worf's new medication was working out,
but it sure looked like
he was unhinged as he armed torpedoes
into his packed lunch box. Many died
but some indigenous insects of the Delta
crawled into Worf's skant, making him dance
like Jimi Hendrix, which was
very nostalgic but not productive. "Worf," scolded
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