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Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? I suggest you drop it, Mr. Data. Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. Sure. You’d be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. The unexpected is our normal routine. Ensign Babyface! You’re going to be an interesting companion, Mr. Data. Smooth as an android’s bottom, eh, Data? We have a saboteur aboard. Computer, belay that order.