[SCENE:  On the bridge of ISS Poseidon, the Realm’s new Federation-class prototype.  Admiral Darth Venomous is still mired away in Facebook Hell™, and the bridge is empty, save for a couple of technicians named (ironically enough) Berkeley & Zhamno.
Zhamno is fiddling around with the Ops controls.  Berkeley is egging him on.]
BERKELEY:  Yeah, yeah!  Do it!  C’mon!
[Zhamno touches one last control.  On the viewscreen, the picture changes.]
ZHAMNO:  Schweet!
[At that moment, the turbolift doors fly open, revealing Supreme General Rayegun, who isn’t the happiest of campers right at that moment.]
RAYEGUN:  What in the name of Fek’lhr  are you two doing?!?!
BERKELEY, ZHAMNO:  GENERAL, SIR!!!  Uh…uh…(ulp!)
RAYEGUN:  Never mind that.  Quit playing with the effing tractor beam and prep this bridge!  We launch in fifteen minutes!
BERKELEY:  Uh…sir?
RAYEGUN:  We’ve located the Admiral.  We’re going to assist Mrs. Venomous in rescue operations.
ZHAMNO:  But…but, sir…what about your ship?
RAYEGUN:  The Generalette took it.  Something called a “girls’ night out”.  Don’t ask, just move!!!
BERKELEY, ZHAMNO:  Yes, sir, aye aye, sir!!!  {They scurry as Rayegun exits.]
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