A bomb squad goes to diffuse it, but a cat just jumps out of the box.

Terrorist: “Wait, then what did I do with the-”

Order from BDS? Are you crazy? It would take forever and probably not make it in one piece. You should try Bombing Express. They have next day air.

Gimme your address so I can send you a bomb detector.

Thanks for not saying “Ni!” to me, by the way.

I’m glad to hear that. Knowing that really made my day! QaPla!

Ha ha ha ha. I accidentally responded to my own post rather than the comment I intended…a couple of times.

I’m imagining Klingons drinking with their pinkie fingers out.

The warrior’s meditation! Glory to you and your house!

Is that helping your case from a Klingon perspective?

Fair enough.

The Empire tentatively offers you glory, but also points out that you’re on thin ice.

At least her forehead isn’t smooth like your Mom’s!

QaPla! Glory to you and your house!

The Empire wants to know if this is related to Java before it assesses glory.

For the glory of the British Empire?

Which word?

You fought a battle against impossible odds and lived tell the tale! Glory to you and your house!

QaPla! Glory to you and your house!

(We really should)

A round of bloodwine on PahdyGnome! QaPla! Glory to you and your house!

Less distraction in battle! Glory to you and your house!