You killed my fellow Klingon!
Why did you kill one of my men?
Because he killed one of my fellow Klingons!
Why did you kill one of his fellow Klingons? Oh, never mind. You’re dead.
It’s redshirts that have all the bad luck,
And fall on the ground in the muck,
Cause’ they die me oh my,
And I just want to cry,
But what cheers me is my small rubber duck!
Hey Doctor, I never knew Random Redshirt liked limericks. Ha!
Well, if he can like embroidery, he can like anything.
Never mind. I’ll tell you later.