"Yes, a hurricane."
"What makes you think THAT'S a good idea?"
"What, you don't want to mess with them?"
"Hurricanes are so old-school. What about if we try something new?"
"Everything's been DONE before, q."
"Not everything, Q. What about if we make it rain toothbrushes?"
"The humans will never know what hit them! They'll go crazy trying to figure out what went wrong with their weather net. They'll blame their own technology. And the best part is, they'll never figure it out."
"I like your style, q."
"Thank you, Q. I…I was also thinking about… about going undercover."
"Yes! Something else new. I'd go to Earth and get to watch the chaos unfold around me! And all I'd need would be a flashlight and a can of soup."
"Not to mention a change of clothes."
"What's wrong with my uniform?"
"q, you can hardly go to Earth in a Starfleet uniform. You'll be expected to help out. Provide disaster relief, and—"
"Disaster relief from toothbrushes?"
"There's just no telling with these humans. And as I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, they'd eventually figure out that you're not who you say you are—"
"Who was I saying I was, Q?"
"Anyone, but the point is that you wouldn't be saying you're Q! They would figure out that you are indeed a Q and then the whole game would be ruined."
"Ruined? Ruined how?"
"Once they know the answer, they give up. The point is to watch them suffer, struggle for the answer. We can't do that if they already know you're involved somehow."
"I see, Q. You are very wise."
"And you have much to learn about the nature of humans."