Janeway: Now Mr Jiminy has asked us on behalf of his planetary alliance that we do everything in our power to diffuse the tachyogravitic vanilla wafer that's headed right for their lunar capital. He informs me ten kenjiggers of people may lose cellular cohesion in their sphincters. This would result in the worst catastrophe since the Chips A'hoy nebula -
Seven: Captain. You have not addressed the other issue.
Tom: Yeah, Captain. I'm getting tired of leaning on this little thing, it feels like it's -
Neelix: - About to fold like a Vulcan Kissing Booth at a Risan Sorority party?
Kim: Gray makes me sad.
Torres: When the Doctor and I tried having sex on it last night it held up just fine.
Chakotay: Tried?
Torres: Let's just say I've had better games of hide-the-microinfuser at band camp.
Doctor: It was the subroutine! It was the subroutine!
Tuvok: A rather small excuse, Doctor.
Kim: *snicker*
Small.
Mr Jiminy: Captain, I must
urge you, time is most pressing -
Janeway: Ok everybody, two weeks' leave to the first pair who can give me an excuse to replicate a new table.
Neelix phases table.
Janeway: Nice bermudas, Chakotay.