"Jean Luc Picard. Jean Luc. Everybody just

"Jean Luc Picard. Jean Luc. Everybody just loves that bald old jerk." Number 1 was stewing on the holo-deck. He'd conjured up a chevy impala and was speeding and shifting gears

like a boss. But he wasn't a boss; he was Number 1. The Enterprise always had a Number 1, but he was really Number 2, and it irritated him to no end.

This PC crap was such BS. He'd like to phaser old chrome dome to quarkmatter. Troy said, "Will, I'm detecting some aggression, is it time to count to 10?". Ryker finally

got his zipper unstuck and freed Willy in the Holodeck's waterfall urinal. Ryker had never grasped the fact that the Holodeck didn't actually have real urinals so the cleanup crew

were again forced to clean up after him. "Wish he'd keep that intergalactic space slug in his trousers for once.", the crew chief grumbled. Suddenly ostriches

burst through the windows. Hunger glistened in their eyes, and space slugs happened to be their favorite food. After a tense fourteen-second standoff, one made a run at his pants.

before taking seven paces and shooting his opponent dead in cold blood. Oblork ran to an escape hatch and fired up the engines on the escape pod. The pod rocketed into the Diva Qua

ntum Leapfrog Diner, where the blue plate special that night was chicken-n-dumplins.Famished after his work that day, Oblork sat at the counter and flirted with Edith, his favorite

dish. Little did he known as his tentacles ensnared her under the table and he glormphed her up his zebok riculator that she was the last of her strand. He'd have to eat clones.