> BUT THE STARS ARE MADE OF LATINUM [ QUARK | OPEN ]
[Quark looks around himself, bewildered. He's standing on the Promenade but there's barely anyone walking past. Wasn't he just in his bar counting the day's take? How did he get turned around? Something is very wrong. Then he sighs and spuns around slowly.]
Rom, if this is your idea of a joke, it's not very funny.
[He puts his hands on his hips.]
Computer, end program. Computer, end simulation.
Computer...help?
[Panic is creeping into his tone, but he continues to bluster to his unseen prank playing brother.]
Alright, fine. You win. I'll give you an extra five percent on the holosuite takings since you helped with the programming. But not a hundredth of a percent more. You hear me?
[Still no answer? Well that can't be good.]
Rom? Odo? ...Anybody?!
Rom, if this is your idea of a joke, it's not very funny.
[He puts his hands on his hips.]
Computer, end program. Computer, end simulation.
Computer...help?
[Panic is creeping into his tone, but he continues to bluster to his unseen prank playing brother.]
Alright, fine. You win. I'll give you an extra five percent on the holosuite takings since you helped with the programming. But not a hundredth of a percent more. You hear me?
[Still no answer? Well that can't be good.]
Rom? Odo? ...Anybody?!