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**WARNING** NEVER call a girl fat, EVER. Just read on to find out why not.
Amanda was having the most fun she had in a long time. The party in Ten Forward was
great...a wonderful wedding reception. The bride was a historian, so all of the costumes
and food were from ancient Earth. Amanda was wearing short shorts and a halter-top. She
thought she looked great. She was enjoying her cake when Wes came up to her. "Um,
Amanda?" he asked. "What?" she asked with curiosity. "Couldn't have you worn something
more...uh, conservative?" he stated. "Excuse me, Weswey?" she said angrily. "It's just
that, well, uh..." he babbled. "Are you saying that I don't look good in this outfit?" she
said with anger lacing her voice. "No, its just..." he mumbled. Just at that moment, he
couldn't say anymore. Amanda said blankly, cutting him off, "Shove it." With that, she shoved
a handful of cake into his face, smearing it all over. She turned to leave and felt something hit
her back. It was ice cream. Reaching for a nearby ketchup bottle, she aimed for his crotch and
fired. She hit her mark and said, "Would you like me to supplement that with mustard, Wes?"
He glared at her and threw chocolate sauce at her. Deanna looked on in horror as all of the
chocolate hit Amanda full force. Everyone was too stunned to move. Amanda grabbed a pie and
flung it in Wesley's direction. He ducked and it hit someone coming in...Captain Picard.
He seemed engulfed by the pie filling. Amanda rushed to help him, and Wes threw an éclair in
her direction, hitting his mom...who was escorted by Captain Picard. Amanda and Wesley
both looked at one another, terrified. They didn't intend to involve anyone else, much less their
parents. At that moment, Picard wiped the pie off of his face and helped Beverly get the éclair
filling off of her face. "Come with me, NOW," Picard said. Amanda and Wes left, following
Beverly and Jean-Luc. Everyone looked on after they left, wondering what had caused the food
fight.
"...Actions unbecoming of a Starfleet officer...you're an ensign, you should know
better...I don't expect this to ever happen again," Captain Picard lectured. Amanda rolled
her eyes. Her father had no idea that neither herself nor Wesley was listening to his speech. Her
mother just sat there as well, looking at Picard as he spoke. With a final breath, he asked what
triggered the fight. Amanda and Wes slowly turned their heads to look at one another. Amanda
was caked with chocolate sauce and Wes had dry cake smothered on his face. She, at that
moment, found him particularly pathetic. 'Don't laugh, don't laugh, whatever you do, don't
laugh,' she told herself. She looked into Picard's eyes, and realized that laughter was inevitable.
She bit her lip; but it didn't matter, she was going to laugh. So, in order to rectify her loss of
control, she looked at Wes and laughed. He stared at her blankly for a moment and began to
laugh too. Picard looked angry; and Beverly at this point had her head in her hands. "What
started the fight?" Picard asked, breaking through their laughter. "Uh..." Amanda
mumbled, out of lies for the day, "it was a bad combination of cake and 2 hours of sleep," she
said, making Wesley laugh out loud. "Do you have something to say, Mr. Crusher?" Picard
asked dryly. Beverly moved to defend him but stopped. Wesley blinked and then said, "she has
her mother's natural grace, and well, she exploited it today." At this, Amanda snickered. Her
mother was a dancer; she wondered if her mother got the joke, or if she was oblivious. "I also
have my father's ability to blow things out of proportion," she said with a hint of laughter trailing
her comment. Wes looked to her and said, eyes darting to Picard, "Perhaps...or maybe it's
the stubborn streak in the both of them." "That's it!" Amanda said triumphantly. Picard and
Crusher were confused, really, really confused. "Are you okay, Wesley?" Beverly asked with all
the concern a mother has. "No, mom, really, she just doesn't have very good hand-eye
coordination." Beverly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "To be safe," she said, "I'll run some tests in
Sickbay." Picard wasn't satisfied, and he asked, "What caused the fight?" "Oh, well, he insulted
my outfit of choice," Amanda said. Beverly led her out on the way to Sickbay.
"What happened here?" Wil Riker asked no one in particular. Imitating an elderly lady
slamming her cane into the ground, the bride said, "Well, it was better than the planned
entertainment."
**WARNING** NEVER call a girl fat, EVER. Just read on to find out why not.
Amanda was having the most fun she had in a long time. The party in Ten Forward was
great...a wonderful wedding reception. The bride was a historian, so all of the costumes
and food were from ancient Earth. Amanda was wearing short shorts and a halter-top. She
thought she looked great. She was enjoying her cake when Wes came up to her. "Um,
Amanda?" he asked. "What?" she asked with curiosity. "Couldn't have you worn something
more...uh, conservative?" he stated. "Excuse me, Weswey?" she said angrily. "It's just
that, well, uh..." he babbled. "Are you saying that I don't look good in this outfit?" she
said with anger lacing her voice. "No, its just..." he mumbled. Just at that moment, he
couldn't say anymore. Amanda said blankly, cutting him off, "Shove it." With that, she shoved
a handful of cake into his face, smearing it all over. She turned to leave and felt something hit
her back. It was ice cream. Reaching for a nearby ketchup bottle, she aimed for his crotch and
fired. She hit her mark and said, "Would you like me to supplement that with mustard, Wes?"
He glared at her and threw chocolate sauce at her. Deanna looked on in horror as all of the
chocolate hit Amanda full force. Everyone was too stunned to move. Amanda grabbed a pie and
flung it in Wesley's direction. He ducked and it hit someone coming in...Captain Picard.
He seemed engulfed by the pie filling. Amanda rushed to help him, and Wes threw an éclair in
her direction, hitting his mom...who was escorted by Captain Picard. Amanda and Wesley
both looked at one another, terrified. They didn't intend to involve anyone else, much less their
parents. At that moment, Picard wiped the pie off of his face and helped Beverly get the éclair
filling off of her face. "Come with me, NOW," Picard said. Amanda and Wes left, following
Beverly and Jean-Luc. Everyone looked on after they left, wondering what had caused the food
fight.
"...Actions unbecoming of a Starfleet officer...you're an ensign, you should know
better...I don't expect this to ever happen again," Captain Picard lectured. Amanda rolled
her eyes. Her father had no idea that neither herself nor Wesley was listening to his speech. Her
mother just sat there as well, looking at Picard as he spoke. With a final breath, he asked what
triggered the fight. Amanda and Wes slowly turned their heads to look at one another. Amanda
was caked with chocolate sauce and Wes had dry cake smothered on his face. She, at that
moment, found him particularly pathetic. 'Don't laugh, don't laugh, whatever you do, don't
laugh,' she told herself. She looked into Picard's eyes, and realized that laughter was inevitable.
She bit her lip; but it didn't matter, she was going to laugh. So, in order to rectify her loss of
control, she looked at Wes and laughed. He stared at her blankly for a moment and began to
laugh too. Picard looked angry; and Beverly at this point had her head in her hands. "What
started the fight?" Picard asked, breaking through their laughter. "Uh..." Amanda
mumbled, out of lies for the day, "it was a bad combination of cake and 2 hours of sleep," she
said, making Wesley laugh out loud. "Do you have something to say, Mr. Crusher?" Picard
asked dryly. Beverly moved to defend him but stopped. Wesley blinked and then said, "she has
her mother's natural grace, and well, she exploited it today." At this, Amanda snickered. Her
mother was a dancer; she wondered if her mother got the joke, or if she was oblivious. "I also
have my father's ability to blow things out of proportion," she said with a hint of laughter trailing
her comment. Wes looked to her and said, eyes darting to Picard, "Perhaps...or maybe it's
the stubborn streak in the both of them." "That's it!" Amanda said triumphantly. Picard and
Crusher were confused, really, really confused. "Are you okay, Wesley?" Beverly asked with all
the concern a mother has. "No, mom, really, she just doesn't have very good hand-eye
coordination." Beverly raised a skeptical eyebrow. "To be safe," she said, "I'll run some tests in
Sickbay." Picard wasn't satisfied, and he asked, "What caused the fight?" "Oh, well, he insulted
my outfit of choice," Amanda said. Beverly led her out on the way to Sickbay.
"What happened here?" Wil Riker asked no one in particular. Imitating an elderly lady
slamming her cane into the ground, the bride said, "Well, it was better than the planned
entertainment."