Ah, Kif! Attend me.

Captains log Stardate 1: We seem to have been attacked. After heroically searching the entire deck myself, while the others trembled in fear, I have determined that one of the men has betrayed us. I must remember to cut everyone's rations when I get back to base. Another note to self; get Kif to polish my medals, they are beginning to look dirty, and if we are stuck in space then I must look my best for the ladies. I even entertain myself Kif, how I wish I could be you for a day. Ha ha!

Oh Kif you entertain me so with your sigh...its like a combination of the girls from Mars with the destruction capability of the killbots. Alluring but almost as deadly as it is seductively evil.

Now, I must be off to practise my cheering on of two girls going at it.

Brave-o! En-core!