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[ohthedarkness]

Light's wasted on you bastards. WASTED!

I hope you all get meningitis.

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Meningitis...

[wes_crusher]

Was cured about a century ago, and is totally preventable.

Of course, given your inability to just turn the lights on with the little control, I am not surprised that you didn't know that.

..

Shit, I sound like Q.

That's it, I'm going to sleep. In the dark. Nyahnyah.

Good for you.

[qcontinuum]

Shit, I sound like Q.

We'll make a superior being of you yet, kiddo.

[ohthedarkness]

Not all strains, dear. I cling to that.

Re:

[wes_crusher]

Nope. All strains. Preventable and curable.

Of course, I totally understand your clinging to yet another perpetual delusion. Have you considered seeking medical help?

And don't call me dear. You are not my mom.

For the first time it occurs to me that Troi is useful.

[qcontinuum]

If this is what can happen on a vessel with no psychobabbler... well, I may have to rethink my position on the value of Starfleet counselors.

For the first time it occurs to me that Troi is useful.

[ohthedarkness]

Troi? As in "reason- no-one-really-wants-a-counsellor-these-days" Troi?

Anyway, I bet my arse that a counsellor would be day shift.

You bet your arse? Really?

[qcontinuum]

You really shouldn't make bets around a Q.

So let's see if I have the parameters of this straight. You believe that if Voyager had a counselor, he or she would be day shift. Therefore, if I can find an alternate timeline to transport you to where there is a night shift counselor, your arse is mine. (Not that I'm sure what I would do with it, since you're most likely hideously unattractive after all that nocturnal blundering about, but a bet is a bet.)

So? Are we on?

[ohthedarkness]

Yes.

And my arse is lovely, I'll have you know.