The tension here is so palpable -- thick, even -- one would expect to find it slathered in garlic sauce and served with dinner around here. Not that I'm not perfectly content to sit back and smirk while the lot of you drive one another insane, but really -- where's a good breaking point? I've said before that there's not a man or woman aboard this ship who couldn't use a good screw, and I would gladly say it again. The Admiral must realize this -- I would kill for another stop at Venice.