When B’Elanna Torres tries one of her door-opening strategies on another engineer’s head, she remands him to the care of a shrinking holo-doctor. But when other heads start to ache all over the ship, the problem turns out to be coming from not from a fist, but from a butthole. Is it possible to go from bar to pip? How worried do we need to be about running into a Bozeman? Can we save the job interview for after the crisis? It’s the episode where one cohost’s dog ate his Tamarian Metaphors homework.