Worf sat at the table in Quark's.

"Martok--must we truly undergo this?"

Martok nodded.

"After arguing with Jellico and Sisko over basking in victories, I feel like a weakling for my fear. But we must do this, Worf. It is tradition!"

Worf still felt uneasy.

"To--eat of Gowron's flesh--merely because he had been Chancellor. If someone had accused us of that, I would have killed him instantly!"

Quark brought the plate.

"Quite a grisly little meal, but here it is. Eat hearty!"

Martok openly winced.

"Was this--thing--truly once my fallen predecessor?"

Quark nodded.

"I Gowron-tee!"