Idea: Zach suffers from a particularly evil malfunction in the early days of his bionics: he reacts to the Tri-D remote control, and his son is a passionate "zapper"...
"No, no, commander. SIR. Please. It's just my son watching channel 6..."
"Dare I ask what will happen if he changes to the Playboy channel, Captain?"
<embarrassed studying of boots> "Better don't."
"Son, would you please stop channel surfing? At least while we have company? I've already offended 3 officers by inadvertantly making an obscene gesture when you press the channel button. And I dislike walking into the fridge on a continuous basis as well."
"Dad, where are all the batteries?"
"Confiscated until Q-Ball fixes this glitch."
"How am I supposed to watch Tri-D without a remote?"
"GV can change the channels for you."
GV: "Little Zach, please, not so fast! I'm getting quite dizzy!"
Z: "And now to the two of us, QBall..." <impressive growl worth the Goose>
Q: "Captain, I am doing my best! But you must realize, that with over 2 billion fine bio-mechanical nerve connections in your arm alone, tracking the problem to the specfic faulty ones will take time!"
Z: <leaning in closer> "Fix. It. NOW."
Q: "Ah, Fredrick? Hold all my calls until further notice. I've got a few billion circuits to test before I find myself dropped off of the charging platform..."