2. Future Worf And The Margarita Of The South P... Direct

He approaches a small shack built from driftwood and salvaged shuttlecraft panels. Behind the bar stands an old man with a salt-and-pepper beard.

As the first sip of the citrus-and-tequila blend hits his tongue, Worf’s eyes widen. The acidity is sharp, the spirit is bold, and the chill of the ice is a shock to his Klingon physiology. It is a good day to drink. 2. Future Worf and the Margarita of the South P...

"I seek the Margarita," Worf says, his hand resting on the hilt of a ceremonial dritlh. "The one they call 'The Fire of the Reef.' I am told it requires a warrior's constitution." He approaches a small shack built from driftwood

"Computer," Worf rumbles, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "Locate the nearest source of... agave ." the spirit is bold

He approaches a small shack built from driftwood and salvaged shuttlecraft panels. Behind the bar stands an old man with a salt-and-pepper beard.

"I seek the Margarita," Worf says, his hand resting on the hilt of a ceremonial dritlh. "The one they call 'The Fire of the Reef.' I am told it requires a warrior's constitution."

"Computer," Worf rumbles, his voice like grinding tectonic plates. "Locate the nearest source of... agave ."