I find myself intrigued by your subvocal oscillations,
a singular development of cat communications
that obviates your basic hedonistic predilection
for a rhythmic stroking of your fur, to demonstrate affection.
‘My wife and I want to teach you and Leaf Catcher to talk to each other like we do,’ Your Majesty."
-applies as the ‘speaker’ is Nimity, a six-legged treecat from the planet Sphinx.
Louis Wu, I found your challenge verbose. In challenging a Kzin, a simple scream of rage is sufficient. You scream and you leap. --Speaker-to-Animals
People did not have to understand fighting, but the homunculi did. They were bred amidst battle and they served through troubles. C’Mell, cat-girl that she was, caught me on the chin with a piston-like fist.
They are mad; they are fools," said the Dog-man.
Make us proud, Fish-Man.
“It’s always bowb-your-buddy week,”
Attention all hands. This is your captain speaking. We’re getting more reports of this half shark, half octopus creature that’s terrorizing the coast, but please don’t panic. There is a way we can stop this thing. Virgin sacrifices. Yes, the Mexican Fish and Game Commission assures me the only way to appease this beast is to offer it a beautiful virgin, preferably 18 to 25 years old. I repeat - sharktopus wants our virgins.
Red alert! All hands to battle stations!
That means on your feet, nuggets!
Fire in the Hole!
Now I’ll tell you what I do like though: A killer. A dyed-in-the-wool killer. Cold-blooded, clean, methodical and thorough. Now a real killer, when he picked up the ZF1, would have immediately asked about the little red button on the bottom of the gun.
Did you ever dance with devil in the pale moonlight?
You have two options, Commander, but only one chance to pick between them. You can choose to take to your escape pods and small craft and scuttle your ships. Or you can choose not to, in which case I will blow them, and you, and every other man and woman aboard them, straight to Hell from a range at which you won’t even be able to scratch my paint.
Do you wish to be commander-in-chief of this mess? In fact, as well as name?
Buckaroo, The White House wants to know is everything ok with the alien space craft from Planet 10 or should we just go ahead and destroy Russia?
If you protest, if you think that death is a terrible thing, then you’ve not understood what I have said.
I’ve killed too many of your people over the last twenty T-years, and your people have killed too many of mine. Don’t make me kill any more, Madam President. Please."
My responsibility as President is, first and foremost, to protect and preserve this fleet and its future. In the end, that outweighs any other consideration. It has to.
Gen. Gray: Mr. President, I’d sure like to know what you’re doing.
President Thomas Whitmore: I’m a combat pilot, Will. I belong in the air.