Beeping Of Alert Signal.



Ensign: Captain, The Transporters Ready.



Captain: That's Hip. Lieutenant Marvin, What Is The Condition



Of The Planets Surface?



Marvin: It Is Difficult To Be Precise. However, My Instruments



Indicate A Condition Of Extreme Rigor Mortis, Spreading Rapidly



Throughout The Population. Highly Illogical, Captain.



Captain: A Bunch Of Stiffs, Huh? Well, Set Coordinates For, Ah,



Chocolate City, And Have A Landing Party Of Nine Men Beam Down



Immiediately, With Phasers Set On Funk-funk!