Please, please, please let his ass get catapulted into the Delta quadrant. It doesn't even have to be the far side of the galaxy; I'd settle for him getting ingested into the engine intake of a Delta Airlines Boeing 777.
Janeway: "If he want to live on this ship we can't have him walking around the hallways, it's bad for crew morale. If he wants to get places he need to crawl through the Jefferies tubes from now."
Chakotay: "Captain, isn't that little harsh? He'll spend all day crawling around in there just to get to the mess hall, just to get to..."
Janeway, "Oh and Chakotay, from now on they're called the "hyper tubes", make sure the rest of the crew knows."
They were in a transporter accident together, creating a new form of life called Elix. Janeway beamed its ass into space without a second thought, and everybody was happier for it.
B'Elanna: "You'll be launched down this tube in this retrofitted photon torpedo at warp 5 through a perfect vacuum. It will cut years off your journey."
Paris: "You'll be fiiiiiinee, Elix! We ran simulations on the holo-deck. I even made the modifications myselfe."