I dont know if this was a fevered dream or it really happened, but what happened next was lady quark grabbed the yamok sauce and started pouring it all over its front and that’s how I knew I was Ferengi-sexual. Can we add an F to the acronym and a gold pressed latinum bar to the flag?
Let me tell you something, pendejo. You pull any of your crazy shit with us, you flash a piece out on the promenade, I’ll take it away from you, stick it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger 'til it goes “pew.”