"That Klingon who manages a lot of it, Worf, I think, saw me draw once, when it looked like one of the newcomers was startin' a fight. He said I could either hand over the knives til I joined security, or spend some in their lovely brig there an' then. Even before he went to see about the fight. Not that a lot happens here I've needed 'em for, but still."
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