Crewmen: Removing the evidence are we? Trip: Yep! Captain's made a mess... Again! Phlox: And after patching up your neck I will chop off your nutsack and feed it to my animals! Travis: What? Trip: For the last time T'Pol is mine! Take your repressed sexual urges somewhere else! Hoshi: Oh God he didn't! Archer: Trip, why are you placing a cherry bomb underneath my chair? Trip: April's fools?