🎶 Roll out the barrel, We’ll have a barrel of fun 🎶

Worf trusted that barrel. He personally vetted that barrel.

There just wasn’t time. He had to make a choice. That trust, that job, or his family. If he didn’t drop, all the little buckets woulda been filled with holes.

What then? They wouldn’t be able to go to school, they can’t retain anything.

And then there’s Mrs. Barrel. She was 11 years and 11 months into a 12-year aging process. Even if she survived, all that she had worked for, on the floor. She’d never be able to work again.

So go on, you heartless bastards, blame Blue. Look him in the bunghole and do it. Then ask yourself what you would have done, as you watch a barrel cry.

Worf still won’t look at him the same. Won’t come over to play poker with the rest. He chose his family, and this is what he gets. You’re sick. YOU’RE ALL SICK, AND CAN’T FIND IT IN YOUR HEARTS TO FORGIVE A BARREL IN HIS TOUGHEST MOMENT!