We Will All Go Together When We Go!
There is only so long one can keep violently expelling words in any language while swinging a katana with every last ounce of strength, only to attempt to stop it very precisely at the point where it wouldn't likely get stuck in your opponent, had you one to be slicing and dicing, before one realizes their friend who was coming for an education in self defense and the art of knife play is late.
I realized Spiegel was overdue in the middle of my favorite Klingon Opera. I put the sword away, and calmly tapped my combadge to ask him where he was. He gave me some comment about a pending litter of children for one of the Engineers and how it required alcohol consumption. That boy would open a bottle of good liquor to celebrate his impending doom if he saw it coming. "Oh, I guess I won't get another chance to drink this. Bottoms up!" he would say as photon torpedos shower down by the hundreds on his very location. Granted, I can't say that much given that my line of too many excuses to drink isn't much better than his.
He invited me to join the fun, given that the father to be is very excited and Spiegel always believes more the merrier with these sorts of things. I suppose it couldn't hurt to meet more of the crew. I was looking forward to beating Spiegel around in a good natured manner, but I suppose that can always come later. I'll even bring what's left of that romulan ale. Seems as good of an excuse to finish it as any.