Riker <above door>: Ok Ensign, now that the bay is clear let's set up the production line on our Tri-D Lego Pentagon™series. Sir...are you my father? Absolutely not, Wesley. I meant in the abstract sense. So did I. Well then...literally? I'll be right there. Sir? Who are you communicating with? Hm? Oh, Geordi fraxillated...anion frequency...subspace. <leaves> Worf: Commander Data was not kidding. That is one big Lego penis rock. O'Brien: Damn straight. Picard: Whatever you do, don't sneak up on her. Pulaski: Well isn't she empathic? Being a Betazoid? Picard: That was just an ambassadorial prank that got out of hand. Troi: I sense...I'm needed on the bridge.