DATA: Sir, we appear to have been caught by a giant cat wearing a lime on it's head.PICARD: I think you might be right Mr. Data.
NUMBER 1: Why do I get called Number 1 all the time? It's not fair.
DATA: Shut it nonce. Can't you see we're having a crisis?
YARR: Um, am I dead yet?
WORF: Yes. So you shut it too.
PICARD: Right, stop your bickering or no cake for you tonight at the massive party.
LIMECAT: SILENCE MORTALS. I, LIMECAT WILL MAKE YOU ALL WEAR LIME ON YOUR HEADS... FOREVER!
*incidental music*
WORF: Shall I get the Neuter-ino Torpedoes out Captain?
PICARD: Make it so.
LIMECAT: NOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo
PICARD: Good work team. Let's go have a sauna together.
*roll credits*
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