Mini Chapter here…This is actually G rated.
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"You!" both the Minister and Q said to one another at the same time.
"Just what do you think you're playing at?" Q demanded.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Q," the Minister said with what passed for a smirk. "Is there something specific you are referring to, or are you just generally a miserable entity?"
"The Voyager and her crew are MY playthings!" he retorted. "I won't have just anyone messing about with them."
"Now see here, if they delight you so, why do you let them live the way they have?"
"That's none of your concern! Minister, I'm a reasonable being." Q told him earnestly. "I don't want to have to resort to…
"Underhanded skullduggery? As if that would be different!"
"I was thinking more like pain and torture, death and dismemberment, drowning and endless poetry readings. Not necessarily in that order."
"What a piece of work is Q. If you want your bipeds back you're going to have to…"
"What?
"Something is wrong!"
"Oh, pity." Q shot with sarcastic disgust. "Please don't let me interrupt your bad day!"
The Minister sniffed the air, sensing that some of the humans were no longer responding as he wished. He vanished in a snit and left Q with his smug smirk.
"Now, what was that all about?" Q asked himself as he sent his sense out to the ship. If something was upsetting his fatuous opponent, he wanted to relish it. Q's smirk gave way to a Cheshire grin and he zapped himself to Holodeck One to watch with glee.