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with my own warp-capable starship?

but it didn't work.

- [laughs] It's at 0900, silly. - Of course.

I'm not a reflection.

What is this place anyway?

Um, hey, do you like engineering?

We've been on four dates

RANSOM: I meant what I said, Ensign.

Hmm, complain the whole time and make it twice as miserable.

Oh, come on, man.

You served on the Victory?

all our memories combined?

- 17 times, mother[bleep]! - RANSOM: Boimler?

anything you could imagine. You know that, right?

they're strange, and they need seeking out.

Want to come clean about that?

But you-- all that rage is gone.

Stop trapping people inside of games!

Aw, did I step on your little sales pitch?

Punch it, baby, punch it.

Because of stupid Starfleet.

Later, loser. [laughing]

[yawns] Thanks, Tendi.

It blasts out mind-control pollen.

So there's someone out there who blew you up?

COMPUTER: Ensign Samanthan Rutherford.

Take it slow, Ensign.

But thanks for keeping me from losing my cool today.

- Hey, Rutherford. What's up? - No, no. Don't talk to her.

the Federation consulate's power systems,

Let's put some space between us and that cruiser.

I-I just remembered how we got the implant.

Are... are you...

Oh, please. Why do you even need uniforms?