Speaking in a low hush from deep in his throat and sounding much like a spy, Quark continued speaking what seemed like riddle after riddle to the leaf.

 

“Secret . . . secret under . . . secret undercover agent . . . undercover agent for the stars. 

Mission . . . my mission . . . is . . . mission to uncover . . . uncover true identity . . .

to . . . to blow cover as they say . . . 

blow cover so ALL can see . . . feel . . . know . . . who . . . who they really . . . really are . . . and . . . and . . . my . . . my . . . my weapon . . . is . . . is . . . this mirror!”

 

“A secret undercover agent would never dress like that!” muttered the leaf.

 

“Hah!” Quark retorted. “Dress for the occasion . . . dress as I have to!”