It was best not to see Worf until he'd had a chance to braid his hair in the mornings.
: My god! I have an identical twin! And in Starfleet, no less!
: ...er, yes. (Humans really are useless before their first cup of coffee!)
: It appears to be a...pancake.
: They're neural parasites, Mr. Worf. Shoot to kill.
Why not scrape it up with a spatula?
: These 'pancakes' have a vicious streak two klicks wide, Mr. Worf! They're killers.
, preparing to use rifle as club: I shall take care of the pe- AGH!!!!!!!!
: I WARNED YOU!