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With a resounding bang, a man was deposited in the middle of the corridor, covered in butter and salt. His appearance was definitely not human, his skin brownish with an almost reptilian look to it. He cast a quick glance around, assessing his situation before regarding his ruined clothes with a measure of distaste.

“Well, this is certainly.. odd.” Elam Garak got to his feet and began wiping the butter from his face and hands. “Quark, if this is your idea of a joke in one of the holosuites, I am not amused,” he declared.

The lack of immediate response prompted the Cardassian to pause and look around again, even scenting the air to try and learn more about his location. The air was cool, almost too cool for him to be comfortable.

“Hm. Not a holosuite then. So just where am I?”