The room smelled like a damp basement, and not in a good way. Quark shifted in his chair; the back was too straight for comfort, undoubtedly by design.
"I shouldn't be here!" He glared at the tray the demurely naked attendant was holding.
"It's all natural" the attendant wiggled the tray, her bangles jangling, "Kelda bark."
"It's just tradition." The doctor had entered behind him. Quark resisted the urge to turn and look. "Not to worry; we're a science based treatment facility."
"This is some sort of mistake!"
"Just relax. We'll have this... generosity of yours cured in no time."
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You have both meanings here,
Smrtijedka
You have both meanings here, this is wonderful! Poor Quark, he would never be generous. This is a conspiracy.
Hahaha, Quark and generosity
P.M.d.A.
Hahaha, Quark and generosity :DDD