Vulcan insults.

You are less able to ratiocinate than a cloth container of nail-driving tools on the shafts of each of which is an inscription representing an inarticulate utterance.

I request that you insert your cranium into the rectum of a deceased ursinoid.

When you were a juvenile, your female parent could induce the family sehlat to engage in recreation with you only by attaching to your person a specimen of comestible stereotypically considered esculent by such creatures.

Decease in a highly exothermic environment.

Post #16.

How about Vulcan curses?

May your mate be off planet when you enter Pon Farr.

I noticed, but it’s not the only rework in this thread.
Your maternal unit is so aesthetically unpleasing that when she removes the outer integument from a vegetable of the species Allium cepa, it is the vegetable that experiences excessive lachrymal secretion.

May you maneuver through life as a blind sehlat in a ditch during a solar eclipse.

I would not be surprised to see you wearing clothing more suitable for arctic climes while perambulating through Vulcan’s Forge in high summer.

I have known algael lifeforms of greater intelligence than you yourself apparently possess.

If you were to state that you intended to cause me bodily harm, I could only respond, “With what large group of armed military personnel do you propose to carry out your threats?”

You’re unable to ascertain the delta between your posterior and a recently excavated area.

You’re name - is it Lacunae Quell ?

A cursory analysis of your speech patterns over time indicates an unusually low level of rational thought.

You are so undiscerning of the difference between veracity and falsehood, you would readily grant a request for a starship to a being which claims to be a deity without ascertaining the divinity of such a being or its need for such a conveyance.

You claim to be ignorant of the reasoning that only Nixon could go to China.

I release flatulence at the likely coordinates of your position.

You would be utterly incapable of constructing a mnemonic circuit even if provided with stone knives and bearskins.

Your very existence lends credence to the supposition that, on occasion, Klingons have engaged in pon farr with craniates of the class Myxini.

Your appearance is so aesthetically displeasing, it would cause a Klingon to involuntarily release the partially digested contents of his or her stomach.

Query: Is that the normal appearance of your countenance or did you permit a Horta to recline upon it, leaving behind an impression of its posterior?

And they do not talk as much.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have winners. :slight_smile:

You appear to be missing three kiln-fired clay rectangles from your building material manifest.

Your male progenitor also exhibits the same traits that are presently the subject of my disparagement.

Your countenance is characterized by such a high degree of unsightliness that I can only conjecture that you must regularly find it necessary to apply harsh physical punishment to your own posterior in order to induce it to accompany you to your accustomed resting place.

Your displayed reasoning abilities are subpar to a container of kinetic impact drivers.

Observing your attempts to perform even simple tasks brings to mind the act of copulating simians.

You are aesthetically unappealing to a degree that I posit that your female genetic donor placed you distally and provided sustenance via primitive ranged devices.