Oh, I'm perfectly healthy, except I've got a disgusting cyst on the back of my neck. Now either I paint a nose, eyes, and mouth on it and pretend I've got two heads, or you take it off.
[threatening Rom's union members] If this was Ferenginar, I'd have you all taken to the spire of the Tower of Commerce, displayed to the crowds in the Great Marketplace below, then shoved off! One! By! One! Small children would bet on where you would land, and your spattered remains would be sold as feed mulch for gree-worms!