LORD VEGA: You apparently have us mistaken for some primitive computer-based game. We are sentient creatures and demand respect. Parking Transports around our world as you prepare to invade us is insulting to our intelligence. We are not going to wait for that invasion. We declare war.

KHAN: Hmm, Vega, you are, as ever, the absolute master of the obvious. Perhaps you did not notice that, earlier this week, our warships crossed the neutral zone, blasted four of your starbases to oblivion, and annihiliated your most powerful warfleet without a single loss to our own vessels. Can you not be aware that our marines have landed on Bond II? Which, I might add, offered perhaps the most pitifully weak resistance of any planet we have ever assaulted. Less even than any of the Torian worlds, Vega.

Or, perhaps, it is possible that you were never informed bacause [Khan loses his legendary cool and goes into a frenzied hair-tearing rant] freaking Mitrosoft decided to release another SaveGame upgrade... In the middle of the gods-damned work week! Not one single production worker in the entire misbegotten galaxy has gotten any work done because of this! Again! Mitrosoft! From hell's heart, I stab at thee! For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee!

LORD VEGA: [thinks to self] Sure am glad I'm not at Mitrosoft right now...