"Now, I know you all know why we are here, so I'll make this as shortcake as possible, considering. Let's see through a scope... when I first melt Lt. Commander Grog he was being pulled to his taffy death in a rock pile of duty, and since that day he has logged more hours in Sick Bay than any other Smallonaut in history, where there are so many dates to remember."

"He's an tough little space amphibian, I don't have to tell you all that, and after all this waiting for the special healing muck to do its thing we're finally ready to see how he's doing with his flippers under the the table at meal time. Ok everyone?"