Lieutenant Commander Der Trihs. . . By all rights, you should be dead.
Dead is starting to look good.
When I bottled you, though, I couldn't help but notice that your skull has been completely replaced with carbonan and piezogel. You're sporting a bulletproof, blastproof, fireproof travel case for your brain.
A good Commander knows just how important his smarts are.
Well, in your case, it's reminiscent of keeping potato chips in a safe-deposit box.