"It feels like we've been working for a month!" said one Khan to another.
The second Khan nodded. "Yeah, it feels like that. Damn temporal anomalies. Or not...it doesn't much matter, eh? We're pretty close to done now on the modifications we need to make to the Mustang and the Drunken Bastard, despite the lack of interest from anyone here at
starbase668. You'd think there'd be someone
willing to help out with our request to put the hurt on Starfleet, but apparently not."
The first Khan shrugged. "Yeah, with
tennis_borg roaming throughout the station, and that explosion
up on Charlie deck, I guess folks have been busy. It doesn't matter...we're almost done."
The second Khan grinned. "All we need are to scavenge a few more parts...if they can be found here...and then we need to be able to figure out where the Murgatroid is before it finds us."
"What are the odds of that?" Both Khans broke up laughing as they said the same thing simulatenously...