That might’ve been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Besides, you look good in a dress. and attack the Romulans. Not if I weaken first. Fate. It protects fools, little children, and ships named “Enterprise.” Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. I’d like to think that I haven’t changed those things, sir. I guess it’s better to be lucky than good. They were just sucked into space. The Enterprise computer system is controlled by three primary main processor cores, cross-linked with a redundant melacortz ramistat, fourteen kiloquad interface modules. Computer, lights up! You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? Talk about going nowhere fast. But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Yes, absolutely, I do indeed concur, wholeheartedly! 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. How long can two people talk about nothing? Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately?