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akachela:

Data: May I ask a personal favor?
Worf: Yes?
Data: Will you take care of Spot for me?
Worf: Your… animal?
Data: I am concerned that if I have another waking dream, I may… injure him.
Worf: Of course.
[Data gently picks up Spot and hands him to Worf. Worf handles the cat awkwardly.]
Data: Goodbye, Spot.
[Worf heads for the door.]
Data: He will need to be fed once a day. He prefers feline supplement 125.
Worf: I understand.
Data: And he will require water. And you must also provide him with a sand box.
[Worf nods.]
Data: And you must talk to him. Tell him he is a pretty cat, and a good cat-
Worf: I will… feed him.
Data: Perhaps that will be enough.

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