We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone. Yesterday I did not know how to eat gagh. Sorry, Data. A lot of things can change in twelve years, Admiral. Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? Well, that’s certainly good to know. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? 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? Now we know what they mean by ‘advanced’ tactical training. I am your worst nightmare! Travel time to the nearest starbase? Computer, belay that order. Besides, you look good in a dress. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf.