Beeping of alert signal.
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[Ensign:] Captain, the transporters ready.
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[Captain:] That's hip.
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Lieutenant Marvin, what is the condition of the planets surface?
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[Marvin:] It is difficult to be precise.
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However, my instruments indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly throughout the population.
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Highly illogical, Captain.
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[Captain:] A bunch of stiffs, huh?
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Well, set coordinates for, ah,
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Chocolate City, and have a landing party of nine men beam down immiediately, with phasers set on funk-funk!
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Star Trek Intro
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| Warren G |
