I feel at lose ends right now. I am wandering this useless planet, with a bunch of brainless natives, and I am BORED OUT OF MY MIND. There isn't even anything worth stealing acquiring here. I am currently going it solo, although I wouldn't mind a partner in crime for my endeavors.
I have ditched Q. It seemed like a good idea at the time was for the best. I mean, come on. The guy's an asshole. He almost let me have sex with his SON for pete's sake. The kid is like nine years old or something. That is just sick. I do have standards, you know.
Jean-Luc is looking kind of cute. I wonder if he'll let me on his ship again. I could use a free ride would like to see him again. I have my reasons.
I do feel I should warn you that I know exactly what you're crossing out. A small side effect of omniscience.
And the answer is no, I'm not.
As for you, Vash... when will you stop trying to rewrite reality to suit yourself? It ill befits your state as a mere human. I dumped you. How many sordid liaisons with Ferengi was I supposed to have to watch, after all?
I am extremely aroused pleased to hear that you are, in fact, interested in...other things. Hm. *contemplates the wisdom of allowing the child on board too, if Q shows up*
Perhaps I could locate a babysitter for you. There is always Beverly--she's had an annoying precocious child of her own, you know. I would have to bribe--er, ask her with sex nicely, however. Although she is a mere mortal. You don't think your son would damage her too badly if she looked after him, do you?
I couldn't possibly let that shrill bitch anywhere near my boy impose on dear Dr. Crusher that way.
I'll just drop the kidlet on Amanda. She has babysitting experience. I believe she used to sit the neighbor's brats children when she was 12 or so, which makes her barely passable but I'm desperate eminently qualified to babysit a fellow Q child.