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