I smiled at him. I’m sure I must have looked positively demented. He shuffled nervously, mumbling something about quotas and standards and filthy Bajorans. I continued to smile and to calculate the dozen or so ways I could end his miserable life in an instant.
- Elim Garak in A Stitch in Time (via v-e-l-v-e-t-g-o-l-d-m-i-n-e)
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