I think he meant “viscous”, as in the shiny chartreuse substance found on the upper lips and inner thighs of Klingon females.
“At viscous?” That makes even less sense.
Kqqqttffaaarttdh!
Phew, open a window, man.
It might also mean, “Drop your panties, Sir William, I cannot wait until lunchtime.”
Okay, you got me laughing so hard I can’t see for the tears.
Klingons don’t have a stock exchange. If they did, they would have been taken over by the Ferengi long ago.
“Buy and sell? That’s for the weak. We conquer and pillage.”
And Jeffrey Skilling responds, “Clearly you are unfamiliar with the realities of our stock exchange.”