Uh... okay... hold on. *Typing can be heard.* Okay. Check your email. *On email is that picture of Puss-in-boots with the text 'Please forgive me...' under it.* Show that to Ba'al. It's sure to work!
... I can't! The damn centrifuge is almost done, and then there's the DNA twining and molding, and all this other **** to do! These Klingons are starting to TRIBBLE me off now! How dare they interrupt my work! *Eyes go full orange and fangs extend.* Gah! *Takes breath then the effects reverse.* God... that was close...…
Wait, how can you watch TNG and not know Worf? Anyway, I think this ship is on maximum warp. *Looks at tube.* Oh, I won't be able to fight this one... this genetics this is actually a challenge .. *Walks off to lab.*
Vizier, niether of us are technically minions. We are both individuals who are contractually obligated to obey Ba'al, and are paid to do so. But in my terms, payment goes to the League, and I can leave the contract anytime...