You know what? No. You should let me take you on an EDUCATIONAL JAUNT WITH A PROMISED RETURN TRIP GUARANTEED.
Because you don't trust my machinery. Is that it? You don't trust my machinery, then you don't trust me, since I maintain and build the machinery. I see what you're getting at there and let me just say... ...please don't make me put the dog through all that again? I still have it. Somewhere. I think it's been in the scrap yard for the past month, but I throw or beam food out to it and it's gone the next morning.
...oh bloody hell! I think that I lost Admiral Archer's prized beagle again! I can't say that here. If I say that here, McCoy will never trust me to do anything with a transporter pad or living things that require responsibility ever again and I have to find a clever way of turning this around so maybe he'll say a big fat AYE of agreement. So here, it's MEME TIME
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That sir, is you. Don't let that be you. Turn the cycle of you around to something less sulky bear and more pleasant and agreeable. And transportable.