The Pegasus/*the_abomination* Parody Round Robin
Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 4:23 pm
OK. T'poptarts - I have the first segment with no real goal in mind except to rank on *the_abomination*. Sorry I had to sleep on it, but I just don't feel silly enough until first thing in the morning.
Anyone may add what they wish - who knows, we may end up with a plot.
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Counselor Deanna Troi had finally made up her mind. No backing down. She decided that she needed therapy. Of the Klingon kind, actually.
It wasn't that she really wanted Worf - it's just that her Imzadi, over the years, had turned into Pavarotti.
Dammit. If only he could sing. At least she'd make some money off his fat butt.
He was worse than Barclay with his damn holographic expoits. At least Barclay was addicted to holosex. Riker, on the other hand, had this stupid cooking show. And by some form of twisted logic, he actually started pan frying Starfleet historical figures.
She knew she was fortunate to never have witnessed first hand the warped moment when he actually ate the remains, but she often wondered if he swallowed the carcass whole. She had to get her mind off the horrible images that were coming from that train of thought so she quickly imagined Worf and his sexy Klingon ass. At least when he bites he only takes a small chunk out of the cheek!
She quickened her pace down the corridors on her way to find her Klingon hunka-chunka, when shuddenly, the Red Alert klaxon began to blare.
She groaned. This always happened. Riker probably got himself wedged in the corridor again.
Turning on her heels, she quickly headed for Ten Forward where Guinan had stashed the bucket of bacon grease. It was a nasty job but she was tired of counseling all the people who had done it before - so she assumed the role herself and was thus gifted with the reputation of being the most long suffering person on the ship. Hell, she even beat out the Captain after he was Borged and then tortured by Cardassians.
::Data to Counselor Troi::
She slapped her comm badge, "Go ahead, Data."
::Report to the bridge - it's not Commander Riker this time::
Troi breathed a sigh of relief feeling increadibly blessed to have been spared. "I'm on my way!"
Anyone may add what they wish - who knows, we may end up with a plot.
__________________________________________________________________________
Counselor Deanna Troi had finally made up her mind. No backing down. She decided that she needed therapy. Of the Klingon kind, actually.
It wasn't that she really wanted Worf - it's just that her Imzadi, over the years, had turned into Pavarotti.
Dammit. If only he could sing. At least she'd make some money off his fat butt.
He was worse than Barclay with his damn holographic expoits. At least Barclay was addicted to holosex. Riker, on the other hand, had this stupid cooking show. And by some form of twisted logic, he actually started pan frying Starfleet historical figures.
She knew she was fortunate to never have witnessed first hand the warped moment when he actually ate the remains, but she often wondered if he swallowed the carcass whole. She had to get her mind off the horrible images that were coming from that train of thought so she quickly imagined Worf and his sexy Klingon ass. At least when he bites he only takes a small chunk out of the cheek!
She quickened her pace down the corridors on her way to find her Klingon hunka-chunka, when shuddenly, the Red Alert klaxon began to blare.
She groaned. This always happened. Riker probably got himself wedged in the corridor again.
Turning on her heels, she quickly headed for Ten Forward where Guinan had stashed the bucket of bacon grease. It was a nasty job but she was tired of counseling all the people who had done it before - so she assumed the role herself and was thus gifted with the reputation of being the most long suffering person on the ship. Hell, she even beat out the Captain after he was Borged and then tortured by Cardassians.
::Data to Counselor Troi::
She slapped her comm badge, "Go ahead, Data."
::Report to the bridge - it's not Commander Riker this time::
Troi breathed a sigh of relief feeling increadibly blessed to have been spared. "I'm on my way!"