I'd say so too, really - it's just an impression I can never quite escape. If I've never offered you a kanar before for your work, allow me to do so now. I suppose you've been a perfectly adequate reviewer, for a human.

There are no words, my dear Rappin' Jake Sisko.

Before I begin pouring kanars left, right, and centre - I do have a question for m'learned commentators here - and of course there's nobody I'd trust the opinions of more, I assure you.

Do you kiss your mother with that environmental breathing grille?!

You will never be wasted away and cadaverous in my mind, RJS.

Make sure you hiss it. Professional reputation, I am told, is all about the hiss. 'Eff-ssssssssssea-eyyyyyy.'

I sometimes say that when I'm in charge of an evening.

Do we really want Old Man De_Lemur with his finger on the button?

We certainly hope so.

No takers? None? Come on, I'm not that bossy.

Well said, my dear Inebriated Chief, well said indeed.

Surely a charitable event we can all get behind. Won't someone please think of the foundlings?!

Well, I'm told I certainly sound like I mean it!

I can only agree, Newton Gimmick. We'll simply have to go out in style.

You'll let no status quo stand from the Ketha Lowlands, my dear RJS!

You're too kind, my dear Monster.

Well, as long as we've got a couple right here… it would be a crime to waste them.

It's the assonance between BRRRZZZZZ and AAAAZZZZ that really soothes.

How many times must a Cardassian apologise, I ask you?

My dear Jimmy James, have you had a kanar this evening? No? Allow me to rectify that immediately! How very insightful; it certainly fits a trend. Shakaar and Bariel similarly didn't want power or responsibility, had it thrust upon them in the finest tradition, and both were cast in the same heroic mold for as long as…