Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
andd pulled down his pants. he was
commando, of course. Guinan squeeed and hugged
the massive amount of hair on his
calvicle. This caused every bone in her
to shiver with excitement.
Utterly grossed out,
Wesley began convusling.
"Hey, kid, knock that
off I'm getting my yearly shrub trim
Everyone present retched wretchedly except Mott, who
began turning pastel pink, and sweating profusely.
Bemused, Data began singing, "Some Enchanted Evening,"
causing Q to expand existentially into endless...
multiple alternate universes populated with molecularly unstable
plotlines and trite versions of familiar faces
each with a slice of pepperoni Pizza.
"What does all this mean for us?"
Wesley and Mr. Homm drank the remaining
pizza sauce, hoping to avoid pepperoni conformity.
Quite put out, Troi slapped Mr. Homm
and asked him to lick
the pizza sauce off the ceiling.
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