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11) Sponge
Troi was just getting ready to take a shower. A cold one. She needed it after her snugglefest on the bridge. Fortunately, the environmental controls had been fixed. Stepping into her shower, she turned on the water.
'I needed this,' she thought as she reached for her sponge. As she grabbed the sponge it squeaked. Taking a closer look she screamed. It was a. . . tribble. Dropping the 'sponge', she ran out of the shower, grabbed a towel and picked up her phaser. The tribbles (yes, there's more of them) filed out of the bathroom, growling menacingly. They were wet. Deanna took one look at the fluffy mass and took aim. This means war.
12) Target Practice
Our brave, soaked trio arrived at sickbay, La Forge a bit disgruntled at having to see the doctor again. Suddenly Spot dashed out from behind Data to chase a placard-toting tribble.
"Spot, I do not believe that is a good idea," the android remarked to the feline. Just then a phaser bolt pulped one of the hapless protesters at their ankles. Looking to the source, they were nearly 'flattened' by a horde of running tribbles being pursued by a phaser-wielding, towel-clad Troi.
"Come back here, you!" she yelled passing the bewildered trio. As the stampede cleared, La Forge shook his head.
"That was weird," he said. Spot then ran by again, only this time the protesters were chasing him. The feline then climbed up Data, meowing, attaching himself to the android's head.
"I told you, that was not a good idea." Reaching up, he attempted to pull the cat free, however in the end, Spot remained where he was.
"Looks like Spot has you wrapped around his finger," La Forge said jokingly as they entered sickbay.
"But, Geordi, Spot does not have fingers."
13) Baseballs
As Deanna and her horde rampaged past Holodeck One, a tribble broke off from the group, slipping inside. There, in casual attire, were Worf and Alexander engaged in an activity known as 'catch'.
"I will teach you how to throw and catch like a warrior." Worf intoned severely to his son. The boy rolled his eyes and stood ready for the toss. Worf bent, grabbing what he thought was a baseball, except he did not recall a baseball to be soft and fluffy. Glancing at the purring 'ball' in his hand, he screamed (in high falsetto no less) and hurled the tribble at his son. Poor Alexander went flying with an 'oof!' and smacked into the holographic fence behind him.
"You do not catch like a warrior!" Worf spat out, angered with the fluffy intrusion. The boy, dusting himself off, taunted in reply, "Well, you scream like a little girl."
Worf just stared at his son for a second, and simply replied, "I am Worf."
11) Sponge
Troi was just getting ready to take a shower. A cold one. She needed it after her snugglefest on the bridge. Fortunately, the environmental controls had been fixed. Stepping into her shower, she turned on the water.
'I needed this,' she thought as she reached for her sponge. As she grabbed the sponge it squeaked. Taking a closer look she screamed. It was a. . . tribble. Dropping the 'sponge', she ran out of the shower, grabbed a towel and picked up her phaser. The tribbles (yes, there's more of them) filed out of the bathroom, growling menacingly. They were wet. Deanna took one look at the fluffy mass and took aim. This means war.
12) Target Practice
Our brave, soaked trio arrived at sickbay, La Forge a bit disgruntled at having to see the doctor again. Suddenly Spot dashed out from behind Data to chase a placard-toting tribble.
"Spot, I do not believe that is a good idea," the android remarked to the feline. Just then a phaser bolt pulped one of the hapless protesters at their ankles. Looking to the source, they were nearly 'flattened' by a horde of running tribbles being pursued by a phaser-wielding, towel-clad Troi.
"Come back here, you!" she yelled passing the bewildered trio. As the stampede cleared, La Forge shook his head.
"That was weird," he said. Spot then ran by again, only this time the protesters were chasing him. The feline then climbed up Data, meowing, attaching himself to the android's head.
"I told you, that was not a good idea." Reaching up, he attempted to pull the cat free, however in the end, Spot remained where he was.
"Looks like Spot has you wrapped around his finger," La Forge said jokingly as they entered sickbay.
"But, Geordi, Spot does not have fingers."
13) Baseballs
As Deanna and her horde rampaged past Holodeck One, a tribble broke off from the group, slipping inside. There, in casual attire, were Worf and Alexander engaged in an activity known as 'catch'.
"I will teach you how to throw and catch like a warrior." Worf intoned severely to his son. The boy rolled his eyes and stood ready for the toss. Worf bent, grabbing what he thought was a baseball, except he did not recall a baseball to be soft and fluffy. Glancing at the purring 'ball' in his hand, he screamed (in high falsetto no less) and hurled the tribble at his son. Poor Alexander went flying with an 'oof!' and smacked into the holographic fence behind him.
"You do not catch like a warrior!" Worf spat out, angered with the fluffy intrusion. The boy, dusting himself off, taunted in reply, "Well, you scream like a little girl."
Worf just stared at his son for a second, and simply replied, "I am Worf."