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+Ensign Babyface! About four years. I got tired of
+hearing how young I looked. That might've been one of the shortest
+assignments in the history of Starfleet. When has justice ever been as
+simple as a rule book? I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir.
+
+In all trust, there is the possibility for betrayal. Some days you get
+the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human
+loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would
+be far less bloody.
+
+Maybe we better talk out here; the observation lounge has turned into a
+swamp. Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input
+patterns. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere
+competence. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who's asking his friend if he
+can start dating his sister. Wouldn't that bring about chaos?
+
+Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them,
+Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. What? We're not at all
+alike! I guess it's better to be lucky than good. Yesterday I did not
+know how to eat gagh. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Some
+days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. I'll alert the
+crew.
+
+Computer, belay that order. Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes
+with Geordi, or Worf. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Damage report!
+Sorry, Data. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? You're
+going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Commander William Riker
+of the Starship Enterprise.
+
+The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main
+processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat,
+fourteen kiloquad interface modules. I am your worst nightmare! The look
+in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Earl Grey tea,
+watercress sandwiches... and Bularian canapés? Are you up for promotion?
+I'd like to think that I haven't changed those things, sir.
+
+Talk about going nowhere fast. Well, that's certainly good to know. A
+lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Fate protects fools,
+little children and ships named Enterprise. I've had twelve years to
+think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed
+the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. Yes, absolutely, I do
+indeed concur, wholeheartedly!
+
+Mr. Worf, you do remember how to fire phasers? Your shields were
+failing, sir. Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data? The unexpected is
+our normal routine. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a
+little frayed on the ship lately? Your head is not an artifact! Maybe if
+we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us,
+human history would be far less bloody.
+
+Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we
+know ourselves? Wait a minute - you've been declared dead. You can't
+give orders around here. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you
+appeared for an instant to be in two places at once.