In hopes that no aliens would get up that early.
Leapt into the cars and yelled loudly, "Deck One!"
"It's Riker! It's Data! It's Worf and Jean-Luc!
It's Geordi! And Wesley, the genetic fluke!
And Riker said, "Worf! Take aim at this dunce!"
"I just want to celebrate Christmas with you."
"For Counsellor Troi, there's no need to explain.
For Data, a joke book; for Riker, a truss.