[click click click]
[boom boom]
[angels sing]
Bethke: Frey! Frey, Admiral of XenoCorp!

Oh, don't grovel!
[singing stops]
One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling. Gets people to close to the ground and I have an aversion to dirt now!
Frey: Sorry.
[boom]
Bethke: And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry this' and 'forgive me that' and 'where's my damn patch'.
[boom]
What are you doing now?!
Frey: I'm averting my eyes, O Bethke.

Bethke: Well, don't. It's like those Rise and Fall of the Plasma Torpedo posts -- they're so depressing. Now, knock it off!
Frey: Yes, O Bethke.
Bethke: Right! Frey, Admiral of XenoCorp, your XC Crew shall have a task to make them an example in these dark times waiting for a patch.
Frey: Good idea, Eric!
Bethke: 'Course it's a good idea! Behold!
[angels sing]
Frey, this is the Holy Grail of Play Balance. Look well, Frey, for it is your sacred task to seek this grail. That is your purpose, the quest for balance in Starfleet Command.
[boom]
[singing stops]
762: A blessing! A blessing from Taldren!
Intrepid: Bethke be praised!