Seven Words in TNG

risk a neverending spiral of the wackiest

 

torrent of fictional excreta this side of

 

a Jacqueline Susann novel. But we won't

 

go there.

"I wanna go there," Deanna

 

admitted, because she was freaky like that.

 

Her PADD, filled with Jacqueline Susann novels,

 

was too full for "Shades of Grey",

 

Beverly's favourite 'old' novel.

She often wished

 

that "Sub Rosa" had been programmed into

 

hers, but "Choad!" was plastered all over

 

the sliding doors of sickbay in red

 

labels that were actually Fruit Roll-Ups(tm)

 

attached with pieces of Scotch tape. They

 

reminded her Wesley had crabs

 

after his trip to Angel One, where

 

the girls were blonde and full of

 

, oddly enough, rich chocolate filling. Nobody could

 

deny that the appeal of chocolate was

 

pretty much universal...even Klingons and Romulans

 

would have chocolate illegally imported to satisfy