jadzia: would you eat a two inch tall man for two bricks of gold-pressed latinum?
quark: bricks? of course i would!
sisko: well, it depends. what does he taste like?
o’brien: yeah, the captain’s got a point. i wouldn’t want to eat something that’s all bones and gristle and such, and he’s gotta be.
bashir: chief!
o’brien: what?
bashir: that’s a living, breathing, person you’re talking about!
kira: he’s not, though! he’s two inches tall, his brain’s probably the size of a pea!
bashir: you can’t kill him!
sisko: no one is killing anyone, it’s a thought experiment!
sisko: unless…..
bashir: you don’t mean to say that you’d eat him?
sisko: i’m thinking about it.
bashir: i can’t believe this!
kira: he’s two inches tall, julian! he’d get killed off by a cat or something anyway!
o’brien: yeah! we’re really doing him a favor, when you think about it.
bashir: well, if i were two inches tall, i wouldn’t want to be eaten!
kira: but you’re not, are you?
jadzia: what about you, odo?
odo: i don’t eat.
jadzia: but if you did-
odo: i don’t eat.
jadzia: well, what if you could tell, say, quark to eat it? you’d both get two bricks of latinum, but you’d have the chance of sparing the poor man’s life.
odo: quark would end up getting all the winnings somehow. besides, i don’t use money. where’s the point?
quark: i deserve the winnings! i’m doing all the work!
sisko: what about you, dax?
jadzia: it depends on who the man is, doesn’t it? maybe it’s what he deserves!
sisko: i see….
kira: he can’t deserve anything! he doesn’t have a personality! he’s two inches tall!
worf: something is grievously wrong with you people.