Captain's log, supplemental: never ask for an alien tea recipe!
A shipment of aphrodisiac for a database of naked crew pictures. Deal.
How will you get them to ingest the drug?
I don't know. I'll call it some kind of herbal root. Dumbasses.
You might be interested to know that Lieutenant Vorik shouted out your name during Pon Farr - before he burst out crying.
I still got it.
It is a play about my time in the Borg. I call it The VGer Monologues.
Neelix reviewed it "The hottest existential performance since Bondage Babes of Boreth.