ENTREPISE!

(Today was a super pleasant day on the ship. Picard was in his room having his usual tea. He was calm, observing the scenery from his window. Or rather, until Kirk McCoy, Georgi, Spock, Dukat, Garak, Pakled, and Worf entered, scared. The reason? Data. Data, for some reason, was very angry today. Don't question why Dukat is here; I just wanted to add him.) Picard: They've come to disturb my peace, haven't they?

Spock: The data is... dysfunctional. He claims to be angry. Illogical.

Georgi: I don't even know what's going on with our dear Data.

worf: Ah, I don't know, but I'd like to bite him... with honor!

Kirk: Good heavens, good heavens, good heavens. Bizarre, really bizarre. The conscious blender (date) is crazy.

McCoy: I'm a doctor, not an engineer. What do we do now?

Gowron: HONOR! QAPLA'!!

guinan: I'm not paid for this

riker: He threatened to shave my head!

I, Q: the data is...... temperamental

Dukat: He must have caught fleas from those dirty Klingons who don't bathe properly or even have hygiene. Right, Worf? Not like me, who's clean and the most handsome on the ship.

garak: anyone want to buy a Cadarssian apple? It's only 10 credits.

Packed: I...find things...things that make us go...

Scotty: Damn Tech Robot