Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
incongruity of a Klingon playing jazz music,
which made Worf not a merry man.
Worf grumbled angrily and leaned over to
Troi, and whispered, "lets have some chocolate."
"Some chocolate...hot?" asked Troi hopefully. She
hopped into the turbolift, forgetting Worf entirely.
"Wrong kind of hot chocolate", Worf muttered
, "it's Klingon hot chocolate, missy," Worf grumbled.
"I'd rather have hot tin," said Tasha
Yar, provocatively dressed in a cat suit.
The whiskers tended to itch, though. Tasha
erotically stroked her thighs while blowing kisses
quite playfully. "Wait, aren't you dead?" asked
Reg Barclay, who stood off to the
bathroom. Aroused by Tashas cat suit he
thought "The hell with the holodecks!". Slowly
Barclay turned, step by step, following Tasha,
his lust growing as techno music played
louder and louder. Closer and closer he
crept, as Haddaway's What is Love thumped.
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