Texty: Warren G. Take A Look Over Your Shoulder. Star Trek Intro.

Captain, the transporters 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