Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
consent to be led by it, yeah!
" Worf was utterly confused by Barclay's rambling
. He noticed O'Brien gorging on Reese's Pieces
, Snickers bars and a little matzoh, because
it was Tuesday, and on the Enterprise,
Tuesday meant that all transporter chiefs ate
absolutely ridiculous combinations of foods
for hours on end. They gorged themselves
silly in the hopes of beating the
Starfleet record for most non-nutritious crap
eaten while on duty. Data wished that
he were able to enjoy food so
much, but unfortunately he had to settle
for a flavorless liquid nutrient that nourished
his cells and goosed his gears, yet
didn't do anything for him on a
molecular level. At least, not the way
he always WANTED it to. His lack
satisfaction rivalled Mick Jagger's, but without the
tight bulges, skin-close leather jeans and
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