In saying my singing sounded like gravel stirred (not shaken) in a tin can , you have injured my artistic reputation, and have also damaged my standing as Ships Captain.

Name your weapon SIR !!

Are you sure it's wise to challenge Henry Hornblower to a duel ?
He looks very fit , and I heard that he's an expert marksman.. among other things.

Coming back from Omega 6 I hear with fright, that you will put yourself in danger by asking this Hornblower for a duel. He is a mean fighter and always cheats in fencing. If you fight him into a corner, he will throw rum bottles at you (empty ones). Leave him alone. Your voice is phantastic and well suited for a space age opera.

After I got rid of that culture freak Renardo, by personality splitting through Omega 6 authorities, I will now concentrate on space exploration - including the occasional rum shuttle for you.
But please call off the duel with that Hornblower. Leave him to me. He sold the last load of fine 190 proof rum, which I left in orbit around Omega 2, as rocket fuel to a Klingon warship.
I will immediately start thinking about a way, to hit this Hornblower very hard.

But I thought opera critics were little wimps ...?

.... he won the Galactic Fencing Championship , eh ? ...... oh , AND he holds the kick boxing title ?
Busy chap , isn't he ? ...Well, let's not be too hasty about this...

But , to keep it a little interesting for myself , I choose to give you the choice of weapons , as I am a recognised expert in ALL forms of armed or unarmed combat !
My seconds will call on you to receive your decision !

( By the way.... are you a heavy bleeder ?)

( Oh , Dear... he's not going to have a sense of humor about it...)..... Ummmm welll... OK... I supose Spits at ten paces won't do ?.....
How about swords at two miles ?

Dear captain -
instead of an oldfashioned outdated type of duel, I suggest a gargling contest with 190 proof rum. You will sure gargle longer than that awful critic. It will also enhance the power of your voice.

But in the Rum Fest on Gargantua7 last year my University Drinking Team outlasted the teams from Slobbovia , Wotsup , and OoopsDeary.... and I was the drinking team...

This Henry Hornblower? Does he have a title? I am very excited about this duel. I'm sure he and the Captain are dueling over me. Alas, it's Lord Paisley who holds the key to my heart.

PS. Squeaky is envious of me. I think it's my tiara. Is Squeaky known to be violent?

Director? Are you alright? Splitting personalities on Omega 6 must be grueling. Did you remember to eat? Maybe you should have taken Horsey to remind you.

There is a dreadful duel about to take place. Please don't become involved. You might be hurt. Let Reinhard take care of it. He seems fearless.

I have asked Sady to lock the Captain in his room the day the duel takes place. (I am a street wise kitty cat.)

ps. We missed you.

Piaf, the duel is not as deadly, as feared. They use paint guns. I will not be around, as one of those duelling fools might spray around brown color, which I intensely dislike.

Reinhard,
will you please go and fetch His August Highness Sir Paisley Villanelle, before he is His September Highness. According to reports from Sady he is stuffing himself with crackers from morning to midnight. Confiscate all his crackers, until he delivered at least part of the opera script.
Mrs. Grundy wants the text of her introductory aria at once, because her always singing lalalaaah gets on Mr. Grundy's nerves.