*walks towards console.*

I still cant believe it though. A collective mind of 120,000 drones and we still cant come up with half decent world domination plan.

*taps a few buttons on borg console.*

Alright Bex, Ill beam you up, but this is gonna tickle.

*smooths button. A green shimmer appears behind Ceri. He picks up the small object behind him.*

Bexs mug. Do not touch! Oh for petes sake. 120,000 drones here and they cant spare 1 to realign the targetting scanners...