Alright, gentlemen of my boarding parties.... LET THERE BE BLOOD IN THE STREETS !
In true Klingon tradition, go in there and hew and slash and slaughter without mercy !

( but don't get blood on the Rassilberries... please ?)

( may I call you Blunk ?)

Those Rassilberries are important to us... especially since we found out that may make a great wine !

Blood in the streets, eh ? ...
We don't have any streets..... a few corridors and suchlike....

Casey ! Be on your guard !

I found a group of the Klingons in the bushes near the pool. They were very il-mannered and tried to put up a fight, but there were only six of them so they didn't last long.

( But they taste funny.)

Casey has filled the basement under our gym with what he calls "Klingon steaks". Those steaks stink !
He is hoarding those steaks for Squeaky (he is madly in love with her).
Please have the stinking steaks removed by somebody up here. Please put Squeaky on a stricter diet, because after having a couple of steaks, at the last ballet rehearsal she joined in with a
somersault and crash landed on my collegues No 4, 5, and 6 (from right).
The poor chaps now look very flat.
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