Star Trek Intro

*Beeping of alert signal*

Captain, the transporter's ready

That's hip. Lieutenant Marvin, what is the condition

Of the planets surface?

It is difficult to be precise. However, my instruments

Indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly

Throughout the population. Highly illogical, 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!