Peter:
Let me ask you something. When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?
O’Brien:
No. No, man. Shit, no, man. I believe you’d get your ass stuck in a transporter buffer sayin’ something like that, man.
Then after locking himself in his barn with his horse “running”, his wife comes in and he realizes he doesn’t want to die. So he backs the horse out of the barn only to get hit by a runaway shuttle craft. He gets a huge settlement of latinum, and makes his game.
And as for Ms Guin… guyan… guinya… gunna need a new ship to work on
“Who?”
“Bartender, Ten-Forward, wears big hats. Yeah, we can’t actually find any record of her being a member of the crew.”
*hic* Look, buddy. Your shuttlecraft was upside down when we got here. And as for your grandma, she shouldn’t have mouthed off like that.
Gotta get promoted from ensign somehow…
