MULGREW: Captain, sensors indicate a hostile alien presence trying to board us, right outside the ship!
CAPTAIN: Let’s take a closer look, Mulgrew. Put it up on the screen.
Wait, what’s that?
MULGREW: Uh oh, pop-up ads, Captain.
CAPTAIN: Pop-ups?
MULGREW: Yeah, the Galactic Alliance thought it would be a good idea to make some extra money.
CAPTAIN: How am I supposed to see the hostile aliens through all the pop-ups? What does that one say?
MULGREW: Let me click on it.
WOMAN: When your bridge viewscreen is dirty, clean it with Solar Windex.
CAPTAIN: Get rid of that.
MULGREW: Let me click it off. Uh oh, there’s another one.
MAN: Do you suffer from constellation? Try Battlestar Galaxative.
CAPTAIN: Click it off.
MULGREW: I’m trying Captain, but they’re multiplying.
MAN: Hubble Bubble Bubble Gum, the best gum in the galaxy.
MULGREW: What should I do?
CAPTAIN: Just keep clicking.
MAN: Having trouble getting your rocket off the launch pad? Try Spocket Rocket, the logical way to turn your little android into…
WOMAN: A mandroid.
CAPTAIN: Hold it. Can you forward that one onto my my laptop?
NARRATOR: Well, will this plague of perpetual pop-ups persist? Probably. Tune in next time, when we hear…
CAPTAIN: Say, Mulgrew, whatever happened to that evil alien presence that was trying to board the ship? Mulgrew? Mulgrew?
NARRATOR: On Starship Winkler!
