Not I. Not once had I had an inclining to be Klingon.We all reach a point in life where we think about making a Klingon uniform.
One minute, you're a healthy, ongoing individual with friends, lovers and dreams then the next, you're sat alone in a forgotten room filled with the intolerable stench of vomit, urine, semen and failure, sewing silver squares onto a tunic.
It's too late for most of us here but you can still be saved.
Run.
Run!!
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