Get your ass over here, ya little Romulan!
“I am disappointed in your performance in the Little League game, son. The umpire called strike three on you, and you did not even bother to attack him! You had a bat right there in your hands, for Kahless’s sake!”
Vote Republican!
Because I said so, that is why.
Why is the sky blue? What is wrong with your eyes? The sky is a dismal brownish/yellow. Come! To the optometrist!
Don’t forget to sharpen your teeth before every battle!
Eat your gack, for the glory of the Empire!
No son of mine is going to shy away from a painstick! Come over here and take it like a true warrior.
Enjoy,
Steven
Don’t make me de-cloak this battle cruiser!
Well, if your brother got a bigger slice of cake you must fight him for it.
Spray it when you say it!
A bird in the hand is not worth it! Blast the two in the bush!
Daddy, why did you fire a warning shot past that Federation vessel?
“To announce our presence! It is dishonorable to sneak up on your enemies. You must charge into battle with a loud cry!”
Then why does our Bird of Prey have a cloaking device?
“Um … uh … hey, look over there, son! A targ!”
In honor of last night’s episode.
Give a man a targ, he eats for a day. Kill him, chop him up into small pieces to bait your targ traps with, and you eat for weeks.
Enjoy,
Steven
Today is a good day to die. Or clean your room. It is your choice.
Do not play with your food!
If you teach it to sit up and roll over, it will continue to do so in your stomach!
Don’t unwrinkle your nose at your food.
If your friends jumped into the Fire Pits of Tor’Mul, I suppose you’d do that, too. And your father and I would be so proud.
How many times do I have to tell you: When you borrow Daddy’s bat’leth, clean the blood from the blade and return it to his toolbox.
Your lies make baby Kahless cry.
Klingon K’id: But B’leck’s mom said he could go!
Mom: B’leck’s Mom is a dishonorable pak’tah whore! I shall slay her immediatly!
rut naHnay’a’ DaSop 'ej rut DuSop.
Sometimes you get the salad bar and sometimes the salad bar gets you.
If you don’t eat your gakh, you can’t have any entrails!!! How can you have any entrails if you don’t finish your gakh?!?!?
My parents used to tell me this all the time. Well, maybe not those exact words…but I knew what they meant.
If you do not continue posting on this topic u shall not be brutally slain in a duel, but live a long life and die in your BED!
Remember, if someone offers you ice cream on the playground, just say no!
To a neighbor:
“Oh Klunk is doing quite well in the Peewee Warrior league. He just killed his first enemy, The coach saya he’s really got a taste for blood. So I hear your boy is studying to be a doctor. That’s…uh…nice.”
To the child
“For the last time you cannot see grandpa!”
“Why?”
“Because he disgraces his family by being old and still alive!”
“If all of your friends jumped off a bridge for the glory of the empire wouldn’t you?”