Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. I've had twelve years to think about it. And if I had it to do over again, I would have grabbed the phaser and pointed it at you instead of them. A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. You bet I'm agitated! I may be surrounded by insanity, but I am not insane. Besides, you look good in a dress. Damage report! The look in your eyes, I recognize it. You used to have it for me. Ensign Babyface! Our neural pathways have become accustomed to your sensory input patterns. That might've been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Not if I weaken first. And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once.