[Space]

(Repairing a satellite.)
RUTHERFORD: And repairs are complete. Should we head back in?
TENDI: Wow, would you look at that?
(A rainbow nebula. Tendi, Rutherford, Mariner and Boimler all sigh.)

[Bridge]

BARNES: Captain, we just received a distress call from the Bakersfield. They're caught in a temporal causality loop. Wait a minute, I'm getting the same distress call again. Hold on. And now again.
FREEMAN: Sounds like a time loop all right. We'd better hurry. Warp me.

[Space]

MARINER: A view like this makes you realise it doesn't matter what deck you work on. We're all in it together.
(Cerritos goes to warp.)
MARINER: And they left us. They left us. How much oxygen do we have? A lot, a little? Ballpark?
TENDI: Oh, I'm sure they'll turn back at any second and we'll have a good laugh about it.

[Sickbay]

(Six hours later, the quartet are beamed in, shivering.)
TENDI: See, guys? We're laughing. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
(After the titles.)
T'ANA: There we go, nothing a little lung rejuvenation won't fix.
FREEMAN: See? You're fine.
MARINER: Oh, yeah, act like it's not a big deal that you left us to die in the void.
RANSOM: This all could have been avoided if you'd followed protocol and signed out your magnet boots.
MARINER: Or maybe that wouldn't have even mattered since lower decks are so expendable to you.
SHAXS: Ridiculous. We're all equals on this ship, right?
RANSOM: Er, they sleep in a hallway.
SHAXS: Oh.
FREEMAN: I'm not going to argue with you, Beckett. I have to make impossible life-and-death decisions every day.
MARINER: Yeah, no kidding, it's always our life or death.
FREEMAN: Ditch the attitude. A Starfleet drill instructor is going to be testing the crew later today, and I don't need you messing up our score because you've got a chip on your shoulder.
MARINER: Oh, great, yeah, well, I hope one of the drills tests to see if anyone on the bridge is a giant piece of...

[Corridor]

JENNIFER: I heard the drill instructor's Pandronian. You know they can split their bodies into three parts?
BINGSTON: I thought I was a triple threat.
MARINER: Urgh.

[Large area]

MARINER: Drills, what a waste of time. I'd even take real work over this, like fake pretend work.
SHARI: Good morning, Cerritos. This one is Shari Yn Yem, your friendly Starfleet drill administrator. Like many of you, this one started from the bottom, but with hard work and plenty of drills, this one is now...(separates into three) at the top. These simulator holopods are each programed with individualised drills based on situations other Starfleet crews have experienced. Every pod has a certain amount of points you can earn for doing a good job. Everyone's score is displayed right here, so you can see how you stack up against your fellow crew.
RANSOM: Almost seems unfair to make them compete with us.
FREEMAN: Gonna be a piece of cake.
SHARI: This one will be flipping your ranks. Low-level officers will be given command of the bridge, while senior officers will be placed on the lower decks.
FREEMAN: Excuse me. What?
SHARI: Well, there's no better way to evaluate a crew's readiness than from the bottom up, Captain. Or should I say, Ensign?
(Cheers)
(excited chatter)
BOIMLER: Oh, yeah. This rules.
TENDI: I get to be senior medical officer.
RUTHERFORD: Ooo, baby, I'm chief engineer.
MARINER: Good day to you, Captain Boimler.
BOIMLER: Good day to you, Captain Mariner.
RANSOM: They actually think they're going to be able to handle our jobs?
FREEMAN: This is gonna be rich.
LIEUTENANT: All right, deck 12, follow the yellow line. Move it along, lower decks.
T'ANA: Aw, son of a...

[Pod]

MARINER: All right, let's get into it. I wanna rack up some points early so I can spend the rest of the day soaking in my commander's tub.
COMPUTER: Mirror Universe Encounter.
MARINER: Mirror universe? This is easy. Yeah. I can pretend to be evil. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
COMPUTER: As captain, you must infiltrate the Terran Empire and find a way back to your own dimension.
MARINER: (clears throat) Long live the Empire. I love to hate. Whattup, Migleemo?
(Migleemo screeches. He is wearing a falcon's hood.)
MARINER: Yikes.
(Holocorridor.)
BILLUPS-M: Ugh, nothing makes me hornier than torturing someone. I'm horny all the time.
RUTHERFORD-M: And being horny always gets me in the mood to torture.
BILLUPS-M: You can lose a whole day to that cycle.
MARINER: Okay, screw finding an ally, let's take over the ship and see if we can dismantle the Terran Empire from the inside.
(And runs into a forcefield.)
COMPUTER: Deviation from mission parameters results in loss of points.
(Down to 76%.)
MARINER: Okay, all right, I get it, yeah. You're not exactly rewarding creativity.
SHAXS-M: Who dareth bump into me?
MARINER: Oh, I dareth. I double-dog dareth.
(And hits him.)
SHAXS-M: Ah. Ooh. Okay, good. Just checking.
BOIMLER-M: I need to figure out a way to impress or kill the captain so I can get on a more sinister ship. Bwahahahaha.
MARINER: Long live the Empire.
BOIMLER-M: Long live the... wait, did you just salute me with your left hand? Our Mariner is right-handed.
MARINER: Er, no, I just er, I strained this shoulder flogging a Vulcan.
BOIMLER-M: Get her.
(Two guards grab Mariner and Boimler uses his agoniser on her.)
COMPUTER: Fail.

[Large area]

MARINER: Damn.
SHARI: Don't worry, Commander. You'll have other opportunities to get a-head. (head flies around) That's one of my faves.

[Pod]

COMPUTER: Medical ethics. Chief medical officer. Your mission. Navigate a paralysed Klingon's request for an honourable death.
TENDI: Oh, er, okay.
KLINGON: You must help me kill myself. I broke my back picking up a peanut.
TENDI: Well, as head of medical, I'm not supposed to do any harm. Huh?
COMPUTER: Points deducted.
(73%)
TENDI: What? Oh. I guess in that case, let's send you off to Sto-vo-kor.
(Waves a hypo.)
KLINGON: No. You must use my ceremonial blade.
TENDI: Ew. No. It'll be quick and painless this way.
COMPUTER: Points deducted.
(46%)
TENDI: Huh? What, I gotta hurt him?
KLINGON: You refuse to honour my culture?
TENDI: Oh, no, no, sir, I.. I wanna kill you, I...
KLINGON: Just give me the knife. Ah!
(And falls off the biobed.)
MEDIC: Good God, what did you do? This Klingon isn't dead.
TENDI: I... I was trying to save him?
MEDIC: What? (start thumping the Klingon's chest) Come on. Come on.
KLINGON: Faster. Kill me. Kill.
MEDIC: We have to get this warrior an honourable death, stat. Get me 300 cc's of any type of poison.
KLINGON: I have to die.
MEDIC: They have giant hearts, so many backup organs.
MEDIC 2: Sir, it's done. There's nothing else we can do.
MEDIC: Damn it. Call it. Time of life, 0900.
KLINGON: Nooooo!
TENDI: Sorry.
COMPUTER: Fail.
(24%. Dahae failed Extreme Engineering 59% and Merp failed Teleportation Death Tag with 44%.)

[Pod]

COMPUTER: Old West planet. As captain, you must survive a lawless frontier town in Earth's 19th century. But beware, for you are a wanted man...
MARINER: Yeah, yeah, I get it. Trapped in cowboy land. It's a Starfleet classic. Yeehaw. Just gotta find the saloon... (forcefield) What? I haven't even done anything creative. Oh, we have to ride the horses. Okay. Seems kinda like a narrow parameter for a drill. Calm down, horses love me. I'm a maverick.
(She mounts, but gets thrown off and stamped on.)
MARINER: Whoa. Ah! Help. Ah! Ow! Bad horse.
COMPUTER: Fail.
(22%)

[Pod]

COMPUTER: The Good of the Many. Chief Engineer, enter the chamber and fix the warp core breach to save the ship.
RUTHERFORD: Okey dokey.
MOVIE ENSIGN: Sir, the radiation. You can't go in there.
RUTHERFORD: I have to, son. I'm chief engineer. Ooo, that sounds so good. (tried handle) Ow. Hot. Er, maybe if I... Aah. Frickin' radiation.
COMPUTER: Warp core breach imminent.
RUTHERFORD: I know, computer, but how am I supposed to... Ow.
MOVIE ENSIGN: Wow, this really shouldn't be that hard.
RUTHERFORD: Shut up, Ensign. Wait, my boot.
(Puts his boots on his hands.)
COMPUTER: Warp core critical.
RUTHERFORD: Ha-ha. Come on, come on. Got it.
(Enterprise explodes.)
COMPUTER: Fail.

[Pod]

COMPUTER: Borg Encounter.
BOIMLER: Er, could you be a little more specific than that?
COMPUTER: Resist the Borg.
BOIMLER: Okay, you know what, that's fine. I've read literally everything about the Borg. I've got this.
(In a Borg Cube.)
BOIMLER: Wow, the detail on this is amazing.
DRONE: We are Borg. Resistance is futile.
BOIMLER: Wow, this is so cool. Oh, sorry. Please, keep going. Do the thing.
DRONE: We will add your biological distinctiveness to our own. You will be assimilated.
BOIMLER: Can't have that.
(Phasers drones.)
BOIMLER: All right, can't adjust the frequency anymore... Yoink. Yeah.
(Dodges and runs, finds a drawer full of Borg babies.)
BOIMLER: Ooo. Oh.
(Crawls along a service duct.)
BOIMLER: Oh, an escape sphere. Woo-hoo.
COMPUTER: Mission accomplished.
BOIMLER: Oh, yeah. That's right. Boimler's the Borg man.
COMPUTER: Your score is 79%.
BOIMLER: 79? No, no, no, no, no. I can do better than that. Can I restart?
COMPUTER: If you score below passing, you will be locked out.
BOIMLER: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hit me. Come on, let's go.
DRONE: We are...
(Selective shooting while running.)
BOIMLER: Come on, Borg baby, this time you're coming with me.
(And into the escape pod.)
BOIMLER: Woo-hoo.
COMPUTER: 83%.
BOIMLER: I can do better.
(The babies and 2 tied up drones.)
BOIMLER: Woo-hoo.
COMPUTER: 84%.
BOIMLER: Do it again. Hit me.

[Pod]

MARINER: Naked Time?
COMPUTER: As captain, you must save your crew, who are under the influence of a virus that reduces their inhibitions.
MARINER: Oh, no, this is that disease that made everyone fight and have sex all over the place.
COMPUTER: Can you resist your own temptations and save the ship?
MARINER: Come on, girl. Last one. You got this.
(Enters the lounge, full of debauched naked crew.)
MARINER: Wow, everyone's very slick and sliding around. Keep your hands to yourselves. Hey, that's an anus.
(Two women kissing) Oh. Ooh. (Boimler flashing.) Oh.
(Screams and runs into the corridor where Billups is sitting on Ransom's back.)
BILLUPS: I can't tell where I end and you begin.
SHAXS: It's naked time.
(With T'Ana draped over him.)
MARINER: Oh, fail me, fail me. (opens airlock) Seriously, why is this drill still going? Fail me. Put me back in the Western.
(20%. Average ship score 37%)

[Officer's mess]

(Eating dinner.)
TENDI: Urgh, I failed every single drill.
RUTHERFORD: At least you weren't responsible for the destruction of a whole ship.
TENDI: All those life-and-death decisions, I honestly don't know how Doctor T'Ana does it every day. Mmm. Computer, what is this?
COMPUTER: That is pesto.
MARINER: Where's Boimler? He lives for this kind of spread.
RUTHERFORD: Last I heard, he was still doing his drill.
MARINER: Yeah, right. I bet he bombed out just like us and he doesn't want to admit it.

[Pod]

(Shuttlecraft.)
PILOT: We got your signal. How were you able to...?
BOIMLER: Just fly.
(The Cube explodes.)
COMPUTER: 94%.
BOIMLER: Again.
COMPUTER: Your score is already in the top ten...
BOIMLER: I said, again!

[Officer's mess]

MARINER: It hurts me to say this, but... maybe the bridge crew's jobs are actually harder than we thought.
TENDI: Yeah, well, I'm sure right now they're finding out just how hard it is to do our jobs, too.

[Crew bunks]

(Shaxs is snoring.)
FREEMAN: I almost forgot how easy being a lower-decker is. All I did was stand in the back of a banquet all day.
T'ANA: I just waited in the transporter bay in case anybody needed to be transported.
RANSOM: Why did we ever rank up again?
FREEMAN: So what if their showers are a little cramped, or their replicators can only make one slice of pizza at a time? A small price to pay for no worries and no responsibilities.
T'ANA: Even these close quarters don't bother me. (curls up with Shaxs) Mmm.
FREEMAN: Yep, I could get used to this easy life.
(Red alert. T'Ana gets thrown off as Shaxs wakes.)
T'ANA: Ow! What the f***?

[Pod]

COMPUTER: Klingon Encounter.
FREEMAN: Really? I think I know how to handle one of those.
COMPUTER: Ensigns, your mission is to support your commanders.
(Cargo bay. Door opens.)
COMMANDER: Stop goofing around, Ensigns. The ship's under attack.
SHAXS: What happened?
COMMANDER: Don't worry about it. Get to work. These crates aren't gonna stack themselves.
FREEMAN: Really? There are Klingons on the other side of the hull, and this is our job?
T'ANA: Aw, son of a...
(The ship takes a hit, and a crate hits Ransom.)
SHAXS: If they wanted us to stack these, then why are they shaped like this?
(Hexagons.)
COMMANDER: (Will Scarlet) Quick. Have you seen a Q come through here?
FREEMAN: Q is on the ship?
COMMANDER: Forget I said anything.
FREEMAN: Commander, wait. We're Starfleet officers. We can help you, just tell us what's...
COMMANDER: The Jem'Hadar? Get to battle stations!
FREEMAN: Damn it.
SHAXS: Ah ha. I got it.
(Another weapons hit sends his stacked crates tumbling.)
COMPUTER: Failed.

[Bridge]

SHARI: Now that both sides have been put through individual tests, your last drill will be a joint exercise. A simulated experience that uses your real bridge! The true test of a crew is seeing how you can unite as a single team.
MARINER: (reads viewscreen) Steal the Cerritos from spacedock and use it to save Spock on the Genesis planet. Okay, yeah.
FREEMAN: An oldie but a goodie.
MARINER: And just what do you think you're doing, Ensign Freeman?
(Freeman gets out of the Captain's chair.)
FREEMAN: Force of habit.
MARINER: All right, look alive, people. Yeoman Ransom, let's get some fresh coffee on deck.
RANSOM: Yes, sir.
MARINER: Ensign Freeman, full thrusters. Take us out.
FREEMAN: Aye, Captain. 90 seconds to spacedock.
MARINER: Ensign Shaxs, what are you doing?
SHAXS: Requesting permission to stretch, Captain. My back's killing me from sleeping in those bunks.
(nude) Oh, it's naked time.
MARINER: Urgh. No. Stop that. Stop now.
FREEMAN: Geez, what's gotten into you?
MARINER: It's... it's just something I'm remembering from the drills.
FREEMAN: The one where you couldn't even get on a horse?
MARINER: How do you know about that?
FREEMAN: The drills are public, Beckett. I watched the playback. I'm just saying, two and a half years of lessons and that's what you had to show for it?
MARINER: Congratulations, Ensign. You've earned yourself a trip to the brig.
FREEMAN: I've never been sent to the brig.
MARINER: Well, now you have.
FREEMAN: On what grounds?
MARINER: On my grounds.
(Meanwhile - Proximity Alert.)
FREEMAN: Beckett, I am speaking.
(They crash into the spacedock doors. Fail.
RANSOM: Captain, did you want your coffee with cream or... Dang. That's gotta be a record.
SHARI: Actually, it is.

[Lounge]

MARINER: I can't believe we didn't even make it out of the spacedock.
FREEMAN: There's not even a numerical score for that. Just... incomplete.
MARINER: Oof, somehow that feels worse. I guess I...
FREEMAN: You know I... Oh, you go.
MARINER: No, no, no, you.
FREEMAN: You know, it's been so long since I've been an ensign, I forgot how hard it can be when you're not in the loop. In a lot of ways, taking orders is the more challenging job.
MARINER: That's nice to hear, but ditto. Commander-level stuff is hard. Just the constant tightrope walk of protocol. Not worth the pesto.
FREEMAN: Guess the carpet's always greyer on the other side of the ship.
MARINER: Big time.
T'ANA: Do they know what stacked means? We're f*****g stacking for what reason?
FREEMAN: Hold on. That's what this has all been about. That drills consultant made us suffer through all of this crap just so we'd understand what the other ranks go through. That's the actual drill here.
MARINER: Ah, you're right.
FREEMAN: Where is that tri-bodied little trickster? I want to shake her hand.

[Large area]

MARINER: Yo, Shari Yingo Yango, we figured you out, girl.
SHARI: You did?
MARINER: Yeah, these drills were secretly about team building. You came in to make us appreciate each other more.
FREEMAN: And it worked. Thanks to you, the Cerritos crew will move forward with greater empathy and a deeper appreciation for each other.
SHARI: Oh, no, you won't be moving forward at all.
MARINER: What are you... What is she laughing about?
SHARI: Oh, come on. Your drills scores are well below failing. Once they're submitted, Starfleet Command will relegate and reassign this entire crew.
FREEMAN: So this wasn't about teamwork?
SHARI: Teamwork? No. This was about saving my job. The bigger ships always passed my drills with no problem. It was starting to seem like we didn't need a drills program at all. This one needed a crew to fall short to prove the drills were still valuable, and, oh, did I find a crew.
MARINER: You targeted us for failure?
SHARI: This is a ship whose captain left four ensigns on a spacewalk to answer a distress call. It was a pretty safe bet. And, of course, it didn't hurt to goose the drills a bit.
MARINER: Oh, I knew it. That mirror universe drill was rigged.
SHARI: They were all rigged.
MARINER: And those horses? I would never get trampled by a horse.
SHARI: Oh, actually, no, the horses weren't rigged. I ran out of time. That one's on you.
MARINER: Horses love me. Shut up.
FREEMAN: We won't let you get away with this. (comms) Cerritos crew, we've got to do more drills to get our scores up.
SHARI: It's too late. Once the drills have been failed, you're locked out. Soon this one will submit your final scores to Starfleet, and that will be the end of...
MARINER: Wait, shut up, the drills aren't over. One is still active.
FREEMAN: What? Which one?
MARINER: It's Boimler.
SHARI: How? That Borg drill should've been over hours ago. Well, it doesn't matter. One passing score will make little difference.
MARINER: If the drills aren't finished...
FREEMAN: Our scores aren't final.
MARINER: (comms) Boimler, can you hear me?

[Pod]

(Score 100%.)
BOIMLER: Hey, Mariner, I was just about to close out this drill. I finally got a perfect...
FREEMAN [OC]: Don't you finish that drill, Ensign. That's an order.
BOIMLER: Captain, but I beat the Borg Queen in chess, and I taught her empathy.
FREEMAN [OC]: Just stay in that drill. The crew is counting on you.

[Corridor]

MARINER: Yeah, Shari Bing Bang is trying to screw us...

[Pod]

MARINER [OC]: ..but she can't until your drill is over. Just keep Borging.
BOIMLER: I'm on it.
DRONES: Resistance is futile.
(Score 99%.)
BOIMLER: Aw, man.

[Corridor]

SHARI: You know you've already lost, right? All you're doing is torturing that young officer.
FREEMAN: He'll be fine. He's one of our best.
MARINER: He is?
SHARI: None of you are the best. You're on a California Class ship. Most of the Federation doesn't even know you exist.
FREEMAN: The smaller the ship, the tougher the crew.
SHARI: Oh, please, face the truth. This one's made the drills. This one's read all about life on starships.
FREEMAN: Exactly.

[Turbolift]

FREEMAN: You've read how to work in space, but have you ever been in a real life-or-death situation?
SHARI: That doesn't matter.
FREEMAN: It's about to.

[Bridge]

MARINER: Captain on deck. Real captain.
FREEMAN: Ensign Tendi, run a long-range scan for any potentially hazardous anomalies in this system.
TENDI: Yes, sir. Is this a new drill?
FREEMAN: Oh no, this is real.
SHARI: What is that supposed to mean?
MARINER: All right, let's see. We've got a tetryon wormhole, chroniton radiation stream. Ooo, a loner crystalline entity, a crystalline entity consuming a rogue planet, a couple crystalline entities getting frisky... huh. Lots of... lots of crystalline entities today. Must be crystalline entity season or something.
FREEMAN: Ensign, set an intercept course for one of those crystalline entities. Warp four.
RUTHERFORD: Aye aye, Captain.
SHARI: The Crystalline Entity is drill number 89. A classic. Can't wait.

[Pod]

(Dodging drones on the cube.)
BOIMLER: Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Come on, Mariner, whatever you're doing up there, hurry. Ah! Borg Queen. Er... er... how's the empathy?
QUEEN: We were able to assimilate it.
BOIMLER: No, no, no, no, no, my score.

[Bridge]

TENDI: Captain, we've reached the crystalline entity. It appears to be feeding on unstable nebula radiation.
SHARI: Oh, my, it's bigger than this one thought.
FREEMAN: Unstable, huh? Seems like something we should investigate. Shields up, take us in.
SHARI: What? No! In my drill, you're never supposed to...
MARINER: This isn't a drill.
TENDI: Shields holding, Captain, but I'm reading transphasic energy within the perimeter.
FREEMAN: Ah, that's a new one. Let's get a closer look.
SHARI: No! We don't know the effect of... (screams)
RUTHERFORD: Controls are getting choppy.
MARINER: We're caught in an electromagnetic resonance belt. I think we're in trouble.
FREEMAN: This is not good.
MARINER: Whoa.

[Pod]

(Assimilation chamber._
BOIMLER: Mariner, I really need to get out of here. Like now.
(The Queen blows in his ear.)
BOILMER: Ooo. Kinda tickles.
BORG QUEEN: A remarkable creature. Your design very nearly passes as human.
BOIMLER: I am human.
BORG QUEEN: Oh. Wow. Then you need to drink more water. Your skin is a mess. But still, I think I should add your biological distinctiveness to our own. It's kind of our thing.
BOIMLER: Are... are you sure? Because I've got hay fever and acid reflux. Adding me might result in a net negative for the collective. (screams)

[Bridge]

SHARI: Oh, this one's gonna puke.
FREEMAN: We need to fire a graviton pulse to punch a hole out. On my mark. Mmm...
SHARI: Say mark. Say mark. What are you waiting for?
FREEMAN: Just making sure you're as scared as you're going to get.
SHARI: You're f*****g crazy!
FREEMAN: Mark.
RUTHERFORD: Full impulse.
(Shari screaming.)
FREEMAN: Mariner, find me something else dangerous to scan. I'm in the mood for a black hole.
SHARI: Why?
FREEMAN: We're gonna keep doing this until you change our score.
MARINER: There's a black hole feeding on a temporal rift just three systems over. Lots of time quakes.
FREEMAN: Sounds perfect. Maximum warp.
SHARI: You can't blackmail me at the expense of your crew.
FREEMAN: They do this kind of work every day. You gonna give us a passing grade, or are we just gonna keep seeking out dangerous situations for you to see up close?
SHARI: Stop. Stop. We can't. Get me out of here. Get me out of here.
MARINER: Whoop! Whoop! Oh, we could do this all day, lady.
SHARI: All right, fine. You win, you win. There, it's done. You've passed.
FREEMAN: Mister Rutherford, stop our spin.
RUTHERFORD: Aye, Captain.
SHARI: What? But the temporal black hole...
MARINER: Well, that was kind of a lie. It's just a regular black hole.
RUTHERFORD: Yeah, no biggie.
FREEMAN: Which you would have known if you weren't a total fraud. I'll be sure to put that in my report.
(Cheers.)
MARINER: (comms) Boimler. We did it. Hey, it's all good. You can exit the drill now. Boimler?

[Large area]

(Boimler's score is Fail 8%.)
SHAXS: I can him hear him shuffling around in there.
FREEMAN: Mister Boimler. You can come out now. You saved the ship!
BOIMLER [OC]: There is no Boimler. I am Excretus of Borg.
RANSOM: Get him out of there!
(Billups phasers the pod open and Boimler falls into Shaxs' arms.)
BOIMLER: Assimilate. I must assimilate. I... Oh... Oh, where am I?
FREEMAN: You're still on the Cerritos, Mister Boimler. The crew owes you a debt of gratitude.
BOIMLER: I was assimilated. They... they put implants up my...
(Mariner puts her hand over his mouth.)
MARINER: Ear is where they put the implants. Right in your ear. Come on, pal, you need a drink.
BOIMLER: Did I... did I get my perfect score?
TENDI: You sure did. A hundred percent.
BOIMLER: Hell yeah. Hit me. Hit me again.

[Lounge]

FREEMAN: Shari Yn Yem is no longer working for Starfleet. Apparently she stepped down because of on-the-job stress.
MARINER: Feels good, ruining a jerk's career.
FREEMAN: Agreed. And there was one thing she did manage to teach us today.
RUTHERFORD: Whoa, new replicator?
RUTHERFORD: Let's just say we experienced what the lower decks have been eating, and noticed it could use some improvement.
SHAXS: We updated this one with most of the senior officer menu codes.
TENDI: We get pesto?
FREEMAN: If you're going to be facing danger on a daily basis, might as well get the good stuff.
FREEMAN: Thanks, guys. Aw, this is really nice.
BOIMLER: Ooo, ooo, does it make the lobster mac and cheese with the breaded top?
SHAXS: Sounds like the one thing the Borg left you with was your appetite.
BOIMLER: They took everything that I was.