“I will fight no more forever”
-Klingon Joke
Then the King’lar (Klingon waterfowl) looks down at the Earther and says to the bar tender, “Does not everybody have one?”
-Klingon punch line
He who laughs last should be slaughtered on general principle
Nerds of a feather flock together?
[runs away…]
The friend of my friend is my enemy
Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, prepare for doom.
Kill everybody and let… never mind the rest, just kill everybody
He who fights and runs away…
…lives in shame. And his family has no honor for seven generations.
My word is my bond. And here are the severred gentalia of my enemies to prove it.
Too many chiefs and not enough indians? Kill cheifs until balance is restored.
Only Nixon can go to China. Wait! I’m not Vulcan! Kill me now so my honor remains.
“Your presence is as welcome as a nest of tribbles in the engine room.”
There once was a grasshopper, who enjoyed living from day to day, never thinking about the future. He brought shame upon his house, and his brothers refused to speak of him!
One day, the whimsical grasshopper came across a colony of ants, who were busily tearing chunks of tasty meat from freshly-killed prey, and stockpiling the food. The grasshopper mocked the hard-working ants, insisting that their work was unnecessary… that the world owed them a living. The ants ignored him, concluding that the ranting of an honorless grasshopper, who would soon die of his own foolishness, was beneath notice.
Winter came, and the grasshopper found himself unable to find food in the frozen landscape. Cold and hungry, he came again upon the colony of ants, who were feasting on their stockpiled food in the warmth of their carefully-crafted burrow. Rage filled his heart, as he listened to the sounds of revelry from the ant colony!
Knocking upon the door and begging humbly for admittance, the grasshopper gained entry to the burrow, willingly surrendering his blade to his hosts, as a sign of his harmlessness. The ants laughed at him, saying that one whose foolishness brought him to such a low state was unredeemably without honor, and that a chair was surely being held in Gre’thor for him.
The grasshopper endured the mockery without comment, and ate well of the ants’ food. The ants spoke derisively of the grasshopper’s ancestry, and he made no protest. The ants required him to pour their bloodwine and clean up the detritus of the feast, and he did so, performing willingly the work of a lowly menial.
Eventually, the ants tired of their sport, since the grasshopper did not respond to their taunts. His spirit was clearly broken, and his honor gone. The victorious ants staggered off to bed, drunk upon bloodwine.
While they slept, the now-warm and well-fed grasshopper slit their throats, one by one, with their own dinner knives. Their comfortable burrow and stockpiled food sustained him in good health until the coming of spring.
Moral: Beware the man who has nothing to lose.
It’s better to have fought and lost than to never have fought at all.
A coward and his head are soon parted.
It is Magnificent, but it’s not war. * French General witnessing the Charge of the Light Brigade*
It was Magnificent! Perhaps the humans have some honor after all. * Klingon hearing about the Charge of the Light Brigade *
War is Heaven (or Klingon equivalent)
Eat, drink, and be merry… you worthless cowards!
Can we add Vulcanian Proverbs, too?
A stitch in time, is not recognized by the Vulcan Science Directorate.
A penny saved, has no intrinsic value since we do not have a monetary system in our culture.
Sticks and stones may break my bones. Violence is illogical.
Start your own Vulcan thread, you green blooded son of a bitch.
My lineage does not figure into this debate. :dubious:
I am a warrior, not a logician!
That much
is obvious.
Your Mother doesn’t wear army boots!
May your chrysknife chip and shatter.
What?
Gah!
My dishonor is complete.
The early bird gets the gagh.