You ever been to a kid's sporting event like a midget hockey match or a little league game? There's always one parent shouting at an umpire or a referee or, God help us, another parent about how their kid sucks. Even the kid is tired of this loud-mouth and the poor little bugger is hanging his head in shame on the ice. This is what it must be like sitting next to one of these guys on a daily basis. Worf (from Star Trek: TNG) constantly reminds his human shipmates of their differences. I think there are approximately twelve or thirteen occasions when phrases similar to "If you were Klingon, I would cut you down where you stand" are uttered. Can you imagine getting into an argument, living with someone like this? I mean, seriously: "Hey Worf I'm pretty sure that Jimmy Kimmel's struggling for ratings. My money's on Conan." "You are not Klingon. You would not understand Kimmel's bat'leth-sharp wit. Conan O'Brien is a pata'kh! I would cut you down, were you not Klingon!" To me, that's an argument-winner. You want to cut me down for disagreeing with me? You win. In a relationship, it brings "yes, dear" to a whole new level.