Picard glared at Number One. How could he

Picard glared at Number One. How could he forget to stock up on little wrapped bathroom soaps at Starbase 17? Crew morale depended on those! And they couldn't use the tea dispenser

with Aldebaraan Wartroot. O how he hated Wartroot tea! "No. 1. May I see you in my Ready room?" "Yes Sir." They stepped into the port-a-potty together. Ever since their demotion,

Picard and No. 1 had become a lot closer. They were now Carnies in the Borg Carnival running the Zipper. In the Port-o-potty Picard said, "No. 1 I'll hear no more about instincts

& shave that confounded beard. You look like a darn lumberjack, not a Starfleet commander turned Borg carnie." Riker wiped & exited. Picard yelled "Wash your hands! We are all one!

" "What's gotten INTO that guy?" Riker wondered. An alarm on his comm badge beeped. "Oh, no, time to feed Spot." Groaning, he punched the turbo lift button and girded himself.

It would not make a good smoothie with almond milk, strawberries and mushrooms. "This tastes dreadful!", Riker exclaimed upon tasting it. He hated to waste food. Spot was wasteful.

Therefore, Out Spot, Out! Spot was ejected into space just like that. Commander Data was about to point out that we could have re-used his matter but Giordi waved him off & alerted

the Hindsight Squad, who clamped Commander Data in irons and brought him downstairs to the shredder. Data promised never to commit hindsight again, but then added that they should

add a 4th dimensional viewer to document so things get checked before they go out. So it is that time comes to a halt before anything gets sent out. They call it lag.