"We purchased a faulty temporal device from some Ferengi who proved to be less than honorable," says Commander Khrell. "We now find ourselves here in your time, unable to make the necessary repairs to our ship. In the meantime, we will play your 'me-tuhl.' It amuses us."
While adamant that no human rock comes close to the glory of Klingon music, the stranded aliens have had to make due. "There is no 'kill' setting on my guitar. This has been a point of frustration, but it forces us to push our 'me-tuhl' to the limit, where it will be a killing sound in and of itself."