The perception that Worf is humorless is unfounded. You just have to appreciate alliteration and coy references to Klingon family politics.
I’m setting up something a bit more complicated with Worf and the whole arc of things that happened in TNG after this strip takes place and thus didn’t necessarily actually happen and etc. etc. and we’ll get to that next week, but, I have to admit a little bit of process here: I had gotten it into my head somehow that Duras’ sisters were, in fact, his daughters. And so Worf’s second-to-last panel of dialogue here got rewritten hastily this morning as I went to post this and then popped over to Memory Alpha to check on some little detail of the House of Duras, and I was mortified to find that I was just totally wrong-wrong-wrong about that bit and suddenly Worf’s bit of poesy didn’t mean exactly what I’d intended it to mean.
But it gave Worf a chance to be slightly more dorky about the whole thing so in the end no damage done.






