DEEP SPACE NINE, 2379The Doctor winced to hear Ezri's words.
"That bad? Don't get me wrong. I've had to endure my creator's lack of social graces myself. Small wonder I disobeyed orders so often. Apples and Trees, as they say."
Ezri nodded.
"Julian likes you well enough, Doctor. But at that conference, Zimmerman dredged it all up again. Like Julian had a choice about his enhancements! I'm not even convinced he was slow. But your programmer---needs a manners chip, if you know what I mean."
The Doctor raised a concerned eyebrow.
"It seems Lewis Zimmerman is little more than a Julian Basher!"