"Your mother was a tribble and your father smelt of prune juice!"

Long story made short, I play a game called Star Trek: Attack Wing. Kor, one of the Klingon captains, has a special ability that can force opposing ships to fire on Kor’s ship rather than a target of their choosing. Naturally, I need some good Klingon(ish) taunts to throw about when I use this ability. Preferably at least some of the lines will not get me throat punched after the tournament but don’t let that limit you.

Any suggestions?

“Duras lover”
“What Romulan scrapyard did you drag that scow you call a ship from?”
“You fly well…for a botanist.”

Nothing beats “Peace lover!” as an insult. Except maybe “Regulan bloodworm!”

“Eater of pastries!”
“Root beer lover!”
“Tribble fondler!”

Denebian slime devil!

I didn’t mean to say that the [ship name] should be hauling garbage. I meant to say that it should be hauled away AS garbage!

That is the classic and still the best.

ETA: video clip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqgAT34ZekY

“You swaggering, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood!”

“Earther!”

QI’yaH - implies the target should be removed from the military.

Hab SoSlI’ Quch - “Your mother has a smooth forehead!”

I thought prune juice was a warrior’s drink?

What disease did Worf have during the Dr. Pulaski season? Some sort of version of the measles? You could taunt with that.

Oh, and don’t forget, “You are a Merry Man!”

“You scruffy headed Nerf herder!”

Wait…

haDIbah! (Animal!) (Not sure this is the proper spelling.)

Laddie, don’t you think you should rephrase that?

A band of peace-loving hippies can take over one of your warships! It’s happened!

Even the Organians have given up on peace-keeping.

That’s the second-largest paramecium I’ve ever seen.

Your father makes sex-toys for Vulcans.

There’s no need for the Prime Directive: no one wants your interfering corruption!

Your best Starship Captain prefers illusions to reality. Your second-best Starship Captain is in a mental hospital. Your third-best Starship Captain doesn’t know how to keep his shirt in place.

You Federation Sons! You killed my bastard!

When you were conceived, your parents did not break the furniture nor bruise one another!

“A Tika cat is braver than you!”

Go and graze somewhere else, plant-eater. Warriors are eating meat here.

“Your mother wears high heels.”

Combat boots being quite acceptable footwear for Klingon females.

Does the rolling help?

Fear’s nothing to be ashamed of.

You would make a great throw rug in knottingham castle.