The amazing Trek movie-era six-word story

and a pint of Guinness."

"Hmm...

 

I've never trusted Klingons, and I

 

yet I married one! I'm so

 

horny for bumpy foreheads that I

 

buy detached Klingon craniums and rub

 

them furiously during Council sessions until

 

someone noticed what he was doing

 

, which is how I got nicknamed

 

'Dances with Targs' by the Klingon

 

Captains. My reputation ruined I

 

was kicked out of the Star-Fleet

 

And that’s when I found out

 

I was born to dance for

 

pennies outside the Orion arcade on

 

Saturday nights. I can make one

 

sultry performance involving removal of my

 

fingernails and crossing my eyes but

 

I can only do it once

 

before I evacuate my bowels. People

 

enjoy watching the fingernails grow back