Janeway: Well Tuvok, we’ve got no coffee, our doctor hologram turned into a person because we left him on too long, there’s a slice of white bread who’s supposed to be in prison right now driving our ship, and his pregnant wife is trying to keep it running with duct tape and Klingon swear words while goddamn Jar Jar Binks with sideburns down in the kitchen tries to poison it with exotic cheese. My first officer is an offensive stereotype who wants to bone me and won’t shut up about “spirit guides”, I’m being sexually harassed by an omnipotent trickster god, I’m pretty sure Harry and the blonde girl with the unlimited psionic powers are growing marijuana downstairs in the hydroponics bay and I maayyyy have just adopted a Borg. What do we do?
Tuvok: *sips his tea* Captain. I do not believe the answer can be found in Vulcan philosophy. However, there exists an ancient saying among your people that seems highly applicable to our current situation.
Janeway: And what ancient saying is that?
Tuvok: *raises eyebrow* “Fuck it.”
