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PARIS: Oh, this wouldn't be the kind of imbalance that comes around once every seven years?
TUVOK: My pon farr is in the early stages. The urges are still controllable.
PARIS: You never fail to amaze me, Tuvok. A man of your advanced years, still driven by the mating instinct?
TUVOK: Unlike in humans, the Vulcan libido increases with time.
PARIS: Well, I guess there has to be some kind of reward for all that Vulcan discipline.
TUVOK: The Doctor anticipated my needs and developed a treatment. Combined with meditation it will enable me to control the symptoms.
PARIS: Well, if that doesn't work, there's always a cold sonic shower. I'll tell the Captain that you'll be out of commission for a couple of days.
TUVOK: She will want to know why.
PARIS: Well, according to my tricorder, all we've got here is a mild case of the Tarkalean flu.
TUVOK: Thank you, Lieutenant.
[Lokirrim ship - Detention cell]
EMH-SEVEN: Mmm! I had no idea that eating was such a sensual experience. The tastes, the textures, feeling it slide down Seven's oesophagus, it's, it's exquisite
KIM: They're prison rations. My uniform probably tastes better.
EMH-SEVEN: You know, I was thinking. When we get back to Voyager, perhaps you and Seven could help me modify my physical parameters.
EMH-SEVEN: So I can eat, of course, like any other member of the crew.
KIM: There's just one small problem. You don't have a stomach. Where is the food going to go?
EMH-SEVEN: I believe we can construct a holographic stomach that can store the food for eventual recycling.
KIM: Maybe we should focus on something more productive, like getting out of here.
EMH-SEVEN: Relax, Ensign. Our shipmates have never let us down before. I'm sure the Captain will clear up this little misunderstanding. In the meantime, are you going to finish that?
Jaryn: You. Come with us.
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