Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
Wesley whined, not seeing Worf come up
behind him with a Klingon pain-stick.
"Time for your evening constitutional!" he happily
exclaimed, zapping the lad with the device.
Wesley shrieked, and Picard ordered, "Enough, Worf."
"Captain, this boy has not had enough.",
"Indeed not Worf; it's my turn now!"
said Riker eagerly. "Dance, sweater boy, dance!"
Uttlerly crushed, Wesley ran and hid under
conference room table. Dr. Crusher scolded everyone
in eyesight, becoming more and more frantic
in her efforts to quell the evil
crew for not zapping Wesley harder. "Why
stop short? Might as well fry the
just then Q appeared and sent
little kipper and serve him with a
nice chianti and fava beans. "Truly delicious,"
said Cardassian Hannibal Lecter, licking his lips.
Beverly neck-wrapped Hannibal with her legs,
squeezing tight. "Ahhh, my neck ridges! Stop!"
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