Boy those aliens from the USS Ronco sure have lots of neat stuff to trade for! Look what I got for ten dilithium crystals!
What is it?
A Tattoo Weasel!
I've got a fever! And the only prescription is - more cowbell! And an analgesic.
Classic faux pas
. Showing up separately to the same fight club as your spouse.
Next time, Harry, don't offer to "rassle" the Captain for a promotion.
Again with the buns! What does a person have to do to get away from buns in this quadrant!!!