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"If we could all have pets, what would you choose?"
Riker looked at Geordi in surprise. "I do have a pet," he said.
"Since when?"
"Since my first day," Riker said. He glanced around the table. "You didn't know?"
"You do not have a pet," said Beverly.
Slowly, Riker unbuttoned his uniform tunic. He pulled his undershirt up to expose the thick mat of hair on his chest. "It's an Andorian pelt-slug," he said, coaxing the chest hair onto his finger. It slid away from his nipples, leaving him totally waxed. "Pretty cute, huh?"
"I'm gonna be sick," Geordi said.