Seven Words in TNG

avoided it, as it made him rust.

 

"Wow, Commander, must've been some trip," LaForge

 

remarked, as the bulge began pulsing rapidly.

 

Troi could be heard screaming "Affirmative! Affirmative!"

 

"Maybe Dr. Crusher ought to check that

 

sir." It popped...out came a tribble.

 

"That's so disgusting!" Everyone turned to see

 

the mucus-covered tribble, some immediately vomited

 

as the tribble made a run for

 

the industrial dryer so it may dry

 

out thoroughly. "I want that thing contained!"

 

"A messy job," Guinan mumbled, holding a

 

cleaver. "Anyone notice we're still 100 years

 

before the mast. I really miss sailing."

 

"Anyone have a razor and BBQ sauce?"

 

Wild mayhem and general hilarity then ensued.

 

Riker couldn't remember a thing afterward; he

 

thought he saw tribbles scattering across the

 

cosmos, much like Carl Sagan once theorized

 

after taking some special mushrooms. "Data, did