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KLINGON SING-ALONG
There once was a Klingon named Krill, whose voice was incredibly shrill. When he started to sing, our ears started to ring (the least sound from him made us quite ill). On the Homeworld there once was a tavern, a singing bar known as Black's Cavern. Krill declared, "I am next! I can follow this text!", but disruptor blasts leveled the tavern. [8 lines]
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