"YesMisterSPOCK, what.....is it?"
"Captain, sensors are picking up a vessel on the port bow"
"Very........well, Mister........Spock. LIEUTENant Uhura, hail the vessel"
"Aye, Captain. They're responding, sir"
"This is Captain.......James........T.......Kirk ofthestarship Enterprise. What vessel is that?"
"This is the Grrr-Haarg of the Klingon Metricate. Ha, puny earthmen, we shall .45 kilogram you into submission. 2.54 centimetre by 2.54 centimetre, we will take your worlds, and bind you in 20.12 metres. We shall not spare the 5.03 metre on you, snivelling earthbeings. There's no need to 1.83 metre out our motives, we simply desire to be the dominant race, and grind you under 30.48 centimetre."
"I feelthatmaybe.........IT.....losessomethinginthe.....TRANS..lation"