Picard: Computer, main screen on
[*Femboy gooning JOIs blast the bridge at full volume*]
[*Everyone jolts or stumbles, the camera tilts sideways*]
Warf: Captain! It appears we have come under attack by a brigade from Alpha Goontauri.
Picard, solemnly: Indeed.
Data: Sir, this channel is severely compromised with "Goon"-laden, sexual energy, of a kind we cannot filter with our current shields.
Picard, getting visibly bricked up and adjusting his posture: Commander Data. Shut this communications channel down, before it's too late. We can't let this go on.
