Star Trek Intro - Warren G

Beeping of alert signal. 
Ensign: Captain, the transporters ready. 
Captain: That's hip. Lieutenant Marvin, what is the condition 
of the planets surface? 
Marvin: It is difficult to be precise. However, my instruments 
indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly 
throughout the population. Highly illogical, Captain. 
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!