"I wanted to see what was what. It sounded really interesting from what I've heard on the grapevine. You don't allow spectators?"

Then he bristles. "Primitive control?" he snarls, turning around. "I've survived..."

No. Wait. Pause. He's not going to get into a one upmanship match here. It's not going to work. It's not going to help matters. Maybe hitting the guy in the face would work though. He ponders the thought.

"And I've done plenty of research on the Q. Especially Picard's Q. Though I'm not exactly sure which version of reality you all are in. Because the one where Luxwana Troi turning Q into a tree and threatening to cut him down with a chainsaw I think it was, was hilarious."

He didn't read the book. He visited and watched. Like he was hoping to do here.