DEEP SPACE NINE: "Image in... " - REV. 07/27/98 - ACT TWO      19.

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					VIC 
			I don't think that's such a good
			idea...

					WORF 
			Sing the song.

					VIC 
			C'mon, pallie... why rub salt on 
			an open wound?

					WORF
				(losing his patience) 
			You're a hologram. You're 
			programmed to do as I say. Sing 
			the song.

	Vic sighs with resignation.

					VIC
			It's your dime, pallie.

	Vic indicates a chair for Worf to sit in.

					VIC 
			Park it right there.

	Worf makes himself comfortable in the chair.

					VIC
				(continuing) 
			And don't say I didn't warn you.
				(looking to stall) 
			Which reminds me of a story Joey 
			once told me --

					WORF
				(interrupting, a 
				threat) 
			Sing!