.... some real surprises when we unleash our new armory. ( harr harr cackle and other maniacal sounds)

Go away. We don't want you. Piaf and I will hiss and spit and scratch you. Mrs. Grundy will give you fleas, and the Director will make you sing. Yes, he will! Whether you want to or not. And whether you can or not.

And if all that's not bad enough, wait 'til the Grumblers have at you. So there. Have a nice day.

..... a good Klingon marauding scum like me LOVES to be where he's not wanted ! ( insert your choice of weird organ music here !)
To be universally hated is my main ambition in life ! (hee hee harrr harrrr.....)

I will now unleash one of my newest weapons.... the Chaos Transmitter...... it will scramble your navigation computer so you won't know where you are going. ( HEAVY ORGAN CHORS WITH EVIL CHUCKLING )

If we don't know where we are and we don't know where we're going, what does this new threat mean to us? I'm not afraid. At least, not very. If Fang will bark, I will kick. I'm good at that.

Good news, folks !!!!
If the Klingons hit us with a chaos transmitter, the effect will reverse the chaos already existing aboard.
The navigation computer, which our magnificently fumbling admiral of the LISO (Lost In Space Order)fiddled around with, can only improve by a Klingon attack.
The formula in the headline I once learned from my math teacher August Einstein, before he kicked me out his class.

I remember Professor Einstein quite well. Not much of a sense of humor. At least not my juvenile sort. The old boy flunked me -- but before he did, I learned one thing and I learned it well. Chaos squared equals Victory every time.