<Tuvok> Ensign, it does not become someone of your rank to question the Captain's reasoning openly on the bridge.
<Kim> Yesterday, you told me the sensor resolution of OPS was unacceptably low! The day before that, that my shoes weren't polished properly! <runs to Tuvok >
<Kim> I <punch> have had <punch> ENOUGH! <punch> of this!
<Tuvok> Capwain, pewmiffion fo weave the bwidge fo go fo fickbay.
<Janeway> Granted
<the moment the turbolift doors close behind Tuvok, the bridge erupts in cheers and applause>
<Janeway> Honestly, we didn't think you had it in you. Until now, Chakotay and I thought of you as a little shit, trying to weasle his way up. Today, you have shown you are a man after all. Welcome to the club, Lieutenant! Oh, and also, report to the brick, Unfortunately, I'll have to put you there for a week or two. Just protocol, you understand. I don't want to get into trouble the day Starfleet HQ learns of this and finds out you weren't disciplined for this. But your promotion stands!