“Weyoun, when people say the phrase “paint the town red,” they don’t mean this.“
Weyoun turns to look at the shapeshifter, empty can in hand. The holodeck tableau behind him is lacquered in candy apple red paint, the man himself festooned in flecks and spatters.
”…I see. This is too literal an interpretation, Founder?“
”Odo. And yes.“
"You did say that it means to have fun, right?” he asked as he imperiously waggled the paint-sodden brush around. “What if I already am?”









