Four lights, Picard, four? That's insane.
My girlfriend ordered Indian food for us the other day. We each got one naan with our meal. I remember looking at the size of the naan and thinking, "Four naan, Jeremy?" and all of a sudden it made sense (that was my first time eating Indian food). What kind of obese piece of shit can eat four naan in one sitting?
>FOUR tng movies, jez? That's insane.
>Where are the Bajoran workers, Damar?>What?>The Bajoran workers, where are the Bajoran workers?>I thought you were getting the Bajoran workers?>You what?>...>NO BAJORAN WORKERS? YOU FUCKING IDIOT, DAMAR. YOU TOTAL FUCKING IDIOT. THAT WAS YOUR JOB YOU FUCKING MORON. YOU CRETIN. YOU'RE A FUCK HEAD. THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, A FUCKING SHITHEAD.>... It was a joke, Dukat. I was joking. It was an Occupation Day joke.>Oh, I see... oh.>Of course I've got the Bajoran workers. They're lined up on the promenade. I took ages selecting the strongest ones. They're going to be satisfactory.>Oh, they look like lovely Bajoran workers.
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