Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by CaptainStoner, Aug 20, 2009.
and blood-letting abound. Beverly's tricorder began buzzing,
, meaning Worf just split his lip attempting
to bite his nose off his face
, as fur flew everywhere on the bridge.
, Wesley Crusher violenty hacked on a hairball
as O'Brien watched with much amusement.
can you explain to me why a
, shouldn't you be manning transporter room one,
"but number three is my favorite sir!"
With drool bubbling from his mouth, and
crazed eyes, the werewolf lept at Worf
, owning him in 4.7 seconds. Wesley shrieked
, then muttered, "Worf cost me a bet!"
Not to worry, because now Wesley could
finally get laid, which would be a
disaster for people holding shares in Astrolube.
"Shouldn't we subdue that violent beast?"
Worf was preoccupied trying to undo
his dislocated sphinxter.
"Perhaps, Dr. Crusher should
"Won't work. Klingon tradition forbids
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