Riklem Light Industries / RLI

A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would never do that to you. My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of lieutenant? Then maybe you should consider this: if anything happens to them, Starfleet is going to want a full investigation. This is not about revenge. This is about justice. Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately? Well, that’s certainly good to know. I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. I’m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here. How long can two people talk about nothing? About four years. I got tired of hearing how young I looked. I am your worst nightmare!