You're impatience reminds me of Thirteen of Nineteen.
Thirteen of Nineteen?
Thirteen of Nineteen, Auxiliary Disposal Attendant of Unimatrix Forty-Thousand Nine Hundred Seventy Four. He was well-known in the Collective for the numerous daily errors caused by his failed attempts at efficiency.
His antics...amused the Borg.
I fail to see the comparison, Seven. Thirteen of Nineteen, Auxiliary Disposal Attendant of Unimatrix Forty-Thousand Nine Hundred Seventy Four did not possess my manual dexterity nor facility with computation.
Be right there, Commander.
With whom are you communicating, Captain?
I believe it was a subterfuge to make an adept departure.
That sounded like Thirteen of Nineteen within three nanometers of inflection variance.
I will regenerate upon it.