We all know that they have a book out that has translated Hamlet into Klingon. Don't act like you don't know because, well, I know that you do. I'm in your brain.
With that said, I want to learn Klingon.
I don't mean I want to go up to other goobers at a sci-fi convention and discuss the mating rituals and gestational period of the average klingon and their direct subspecies (9 months 3 days 11 hours on average) I just want to learn enough words for a very specific happening.
I want some mouth-breather to cut me off in traffic.
I will then race around to the drivers side of their car and do that little "rolling motion" implying that they should roll down their window so that we can discuss the error of their ways.
As the window slides down just ever enough to allow me to deliver my specialized verbiage at the top of my lungs I'm going to scream out "KOKKLINFL'ASB'CIH YOURTROUSERSARESTUPID RUKLIALSDLIFSC'XAXJ CHODWODCOD ADIAD GONNAEATYOURBABIESWITHKETHCUP GROKGROK!!!" which will, effectively, mean "How dare you transgress upon the path of one of such royal lineage!! For that you shall taste your own blood and spleen!"
Can you imagine the face of the person?
I'm pretty sure they'd poop a little.
This is my plan.
Someone needs to help make this happen.
PS I Know nothing about Klingons except that they have what looks to be ribs on their heads for her pleasure.
And that Doc from Back to the Future was one in a Star Trek movie, so my gestational statements MAY be a bit off.
With that said, I want to learn Klingon.
I don't mean I want to go up to other goobers at a sci-fi convention and discuss the mating rituals and gestational period of the average klingon and their direct subspecies (9 months 3 days 11 hours on average) I just want to learn enough words for a very specific happening.
I want some mouth-breather to cut me off in traffic.
I will then race around to the drivers side of their car and do that little "rolling motion" implying that they should roll down their window so that we can discuss the error of their ways.
As the window slides down just ever enough to allow me to deliver my specialized verbiage at the top of my lungs I'm going to scream out "KOKKLINFL'ASB'CIH YOURTROUSERSARESTUPID RUKLIALSDLIFSC'XAXJ CHODWODCOD ADIAD GONNAEATYOURBABIESWITHKETHCUP GROKGROK!!!" which will, effectively, mean "How dare you transgress upon the path of one of such royal lineage!! For that you shall taste your own blood and spleen!"
Can you imagine the face of the person?
I'm pretty sure they'd poop a little.
This is my plan.
Someone needs to help make this happen.
PS I Know nothing about Klingons except that they have what looks to be ribs on their heads for her pleasure.
And that Doc from Back to the Future was one in a Star Trek movie, so my gestational statements MAY be a bit off.
Geez, lady, I would have expected you to know these kind of things.