Why don’t we just give everybody a promotion and call it a night – ‘Commander’? I’ll alert the crew. The unexpected is our normal routine. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? We have a saboteur aboard. The Federation’s gone; the Borg is everywhere! Your shields were failing, sir. Ensign Babyface! Did you come here for something in particular or just general Riker-bashing? Not if I weaken first. Computer, belay that order. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Well, that’s certainly good to know. They were just sucked into space. Captain, why are we out here chasing comets? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. You bet I’m agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. 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.