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, simultaneously sneezing and shitting himself. "Mister Worf!"
"I apologize," Worf spoke, embarrassed, "It seems
I'm allergic to Werewolf of London there."
"Go clean yourself," said Riker. Worf sloshed
White Tornado cleanser on his soiled uniform,
"the Stain Remover of a Warrior", according
to the Klingon Uniform Guide, Fifth Edition.
Feeling fresh and tingly down there, Worf
challenged the London Werewolf to a duel.
"He'll rip your lungs out!" warned Wesley
. Worf replied, "Like to meet his tailor!"
"Little Vulcan lady got mutilated late last
night. Werewolf of London again," Wesley warned.
"Mauling the elderly? He has no honor!"
"LET'S RUMBLE, KLINGON!" the London Werewolf howled.
"Very well!" Worf pulled out his prized
golden mace and swing at the Werewolf.
Claws fully exposed, the Werewolf feigned right
-wing political leanings, just to annoy Beverly.
She readied her tricorder, in case mutilations
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