The Borg Are On A Christmas Diet

(It is Christmas Eve, and we open presents early because my grandmother doesn’t want to wait. My cousin’s six-year-old daughter is trying on a helmet mask that her little brother got. It modifies the wearer’s voice so that they sound like a robot.)

Me: “Hey, [cousin’s daughter]! Say, ‘You will be assimilated!.'”

Cousin’s Daughter: “You will be my salad!”