You need at least 3 Gagh’s before your ready to fight!

In Qapla’ realm, where stars do Qap, A Klingon feast, a batlh so strong. Gagh, Qapla’! In serpent form, A Qapla’ meal, in space we roam.

First course, worms in Fek’lhr’s broth, A zest of fire, to stir the blood. Slurped with pride, no time for peace, As flavors clash, and spirits cease.

Next, the grilled, on fire-bathed stone, Each bite, a moment, in combat shown. Crispy skin, and juicy core, A taste sensation, forevermore.

The third, in targ blood they soak, A tangy treat, that Qapla’ invoke. A pickled pleasure, for the brave, Gagh, in blood, the dish to crave.

Lastly, marinated in Bat’leth wine, A dessert course, that caps the line. A feast to sate, a journey bold, In gagh, we trust, in stories told.

Qapla’! and Batlh to all!

“Prune Juice! One sip can sustain a man for a whole day.”

“How many glasses have you had?”

“Four.”