Qo'Nos is not safe without your bat'leth

We are the great defenders tasked by Kahless The Unforgettable himself with the honor of defending nothing less than the Empire itself from the wreched incursion of this plight of revenous, unrelenting, uncountable, purring invaders.

The weakness of other races in the galaxy is clear when exposed to tribbles.

Humans can't sweep them on to their ships fast enough, only to then be forced to abondon what quickly becomes a cooing hive of fluf.

The Bolians think they can harvest them as food, cosmetics, and , but even their blue bellies can not consume them faster than they will breed.

...At least the Breen has the good sence of tactics to use them as biological weapons of mass distraction.

But we Klingons see their true nature. They are vermin! Pests! A blot to be wiped out! Join me my brothers! Grab a mug of blood wine! Two infact! And raise them! Raise them high! And we cry venganece on this horde of fur! And when this day is remembered, it will be remembered in songs of our great bravery!

Qapla'!