(Rom sneaks up on Quark; Stabs him in the shoulder)

Rom : Greetings, Brother!

(Before pain sets in, Quark stares dumbly at his wound)

Quark : Rom---why did you just stab me?

Worf : And Why Did You Use My D'takh?

(Rom turns to Worf; sneers)

Rom : Shut up, Silas! We are brothers! We share everything!

Worf : Errrr--I'm going to go talk to Dax...

(Unafraid, Worf does run off)

(Quark is taken away to Sickbay)

Bashir : Trying to kill your brother again, Rom?

Rom : Oh, no...I can't kill him...He knows where Jake and Nog are!

Nog : Father...we're over here at Table Five.

Rom : (Smiles) Then the plan proceeds....

Leeta : Rom, Darling, I......

Rom : After all these centuries, you're still after my lobes, eh, Cassandra?

Leeta (Leaves crying) Oh....Prophets! Its his time of the month again!

Rom : Is that crying supposed to mean something to me?

(Finally, Sisko walks up)

Sisko : Rom--please just leave everyone alone.

Rom : Shaving off your ponytail doesn't fool me, Macleod! Now, cooperate, or....(Grabs Keiko) the girl dies!

(Keiko elbows him; Walks off)

Keiko : I should've stuck with Klinger.

Rom : Your little thief friend has spunk Macleod! Itll be mine when I take her head.

Sisko : (Gives up, walks away) Good. I hate spunk.

(Rom gets up on Dabo table)

Rom : I AM THE END OF PROFIT!!!!!

(Odo takes him off)

Odo : What could cause this madness?

MEANWHILE, IN 1996........

Methos : You SOLD the virus?

Kronos : To a large pharmaceutical concern, Brother! We stand to make quite a tidy sum.

Silas : Kronos....Caspian has been hired away by Smith-Barney.

Kronos : (Smacks him) Now we are but three! Release Cassandra and tell her to balance the books.

Cassandra : Would someone please kill me or get me a latte? These books are a bloody mess!

(Outside Submarine base)

(Duncan Macleod boards place up)

Joe Dawson : Mac, why the hell you doing that for?

Duncan : I'm stopping this madness, Joe, before it can spread.....

(A flash, and Duncan is in a white void)

Duncan : Tessa?

Tessa-Prophet : You Are The Duncan.

Richie-Prophet : You Are The Highlander

Joe-Prophet : Born 400 Years Ago In....

Duncan : Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IN THE REAL WORLD......

Sisko : Methos, we'll help you find your friend....I swear. But how many dancing girls have you dated, in all?

Methos : A Thousand Rockettes, Sisko...A Thousand Rockettes.

HERE WE ARE.....AT THE END, THANK THE PROPHETS.