dippyborg screeches in sympathetic pain.

How about you **** off, before you embarrass yourself further?

This is the surest sign that the Krooborg has been wounded -- the lesser
'borgs circle the wagons and kick the bedbugs out of the mattresses. It's
not quite rallying the troops as humans would do, owing to Their
dependency on sharing sockpuppets, not to mention those filthy meters they
all worship. Still, what looks like an encrustation of feces on a metronic
probe to a human probably beckons like a siren to the average 'borg.

BTW, dippety-doodoo, Sunday is traditionally a day of agony for the
Krooborg. It's the one day of the week when his assimilation protocols are
forced to commingle with the siren song of repentance and forgiveness he's
force-fed at his church. One can only imagine the turmoil created by this
rocky collision of hot and cold.....