IMPERIAL LYRAN KVETCH-O-GRAM
Well I'm not happy. Not happy at all. It took me months to get Master Chef Sherila appointed aboard the Riverboat Casino. She's the best chef this side of Lyra!! AND YOU ALLIANCE SICKOS RUIN IT!!
There I was. In battle. Being ferocious. And finally that Hydran thingy called a heavy cruiser finally goes bang. I'll miss that SSCF Terranado guy (I think that's who it was I was busy shouting orders to the galley).
So then we start beaming aboard our dinner and what do we get??
We get these nauseating sickly looking three legged alien monsters!! YEEECH!!! Completely unacceptable dinner fare.
So Sherila gets all huffy and storms off to her quarters and refuses to come out!! SNARL!!! Prima donna.
AND I AM HUNGRY!!!
I want nothing but Feds in the Alliance NO MORE HYDRANS!! I want humans . . . Mmmmmm humans . . . all soft and pink . . . no fur, no horns, no claws, no scales . . . <slobber>
I WANT THE ENTERPRISE!!! Mmmmmm Uhuru . . . baby got backside . . . Mmmmm I want my baby back baby back baby back <starts dancing> . . . yeah baby I'll have those thighs raw <slobber>. . . with butter . . and MMMmmmmmmm Uhuru . . . . .
The balance of this broadcast has been censored by the Lyran Committee for Public Decorum