Archer: But what *IS* it?
Alien: It's part of a Saltah'na clock. All the cool Starfleet officers are building them!
Captain's personal log, September 7, 2151. Starfleet has turned down my request for a seatwarmer in the captain's chair three times now. I have been forced to make alternate arrangements when I'm away from the bridge.
Alien: This mind meld isn't working!
Tucker (O/S): That's the warp core. It's a machine. It's not conscious.
Alien: Hmm. I see.
Tucker (O/S): And you're not a Vulcan.
Alien: ... But I totally have the robes!
Daniels: A-HA! After all this searching, I've finally found it!
Archer: What? The start of the temporal cold war?
Daniels: No, of course not. It's the exact moment they decided to discontinue Pepsi Blue! We can finally fix this!
Archer: Nope, the image of T'Pol's head isn't in here, either.
Reed: Sir, maybe
Nebusj just wanted to be a little different this time.
Archer: Are you even listening to yourself? Keep searching!