Plungingthe blade into the hard-shelled, alien fruit, Chakotay carved a deep channel down its center, releasing its juices onto the dirt below. Each member of the landing party scooped out mounds of pulp and nectar, marveling at its sweetness despite the muskiness of its leaves. Hand throbbing from the effort, the smiling commander re-sheathed the blade, watching his friends' delight.
"Like Mom used to replicate," dripped Paris, with typicalmaleness.
"Here, here!" Janeway seconded,heaving the rind toward the woods.
"Oh, I think I'm having a religious experience!" was B'Elanna's personal opinion.
"Needs leola root," Neelix declared. "OW! WHAT?"