Thanks for the award,
Lead-Nosed Reindeer!
Jean-Luc hung his head because he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid that golden trumpet on the ground at the Q's feet...
Captain's Log, Stardate 45701.3. Mr. Data and I are completing our survey of Toralia IV, where the society and culture are almost identical to late 19th century England. Apparently James Kirk's multiple log entries referencing parallel Earths may not have been, as I initially believed, complete bullshit.
Data: I will be with you in a moment, Wesley. Lieutenant Yar had mentioned it would be better if I had an extra twelve inches on me, so I am going to attach this additional foot.
Worf: I feel we are being watched.
Riker: I'll do a human psionic mind scan to see if another sentient being has touched this object recently.
Worf: Sir, I must protest! Human telepathic abilities were retconned away after the second TOS pilot!
LaForge: ... so then we'll be able to store...
Picard (interrupting): Wait a minute. Since when did I have a holographic display in my ready room desk?
LaForge: Um... since we left Utopia Planitia, sir. It's in the original
Galaxy class specifications.
Picard: So I could have been viewing porn on it all this time?
Riker: Sir, remember the incident with the holographic displays in the conference lounge?
Picard: Ah, quite right, Number One. Mr. LaForge, have this one removed as well, and never reference it again for the rest of our mission!