Third Klingon Yorkshireman: Right. (pause) I had to get up to disembowel my enemies, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of dead gagh, AND pay my cha'DICH for permission to die with honor, and when we got home...our Dad would gloriously kill us in battle and send us all to the Black Fleet.
Fourth Klingon Yorkshireman: And you try and tell the young petaQ of today that? They won't believe you!
Picardbane: Ah, you think captions are your ally? You merely adopted the captions. I was born into it, molded by it. I didn't see an avatar contest thread until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!