[On the bridge of the good spaceship Elsa, the captain pauses from riding his camera crane to deal with the appearance of KOS-MOS in the window]

KOS-MOS: Captain, I require you to turn your ship over to me.

CAPTAIN: What the hell?

KOS-MOS: I am not a dead human, I --

CAPTAIN: No, I get that -- you're a cyborg or something. It's just that I can see stars through your arm. Are you supposed to be translucent? Or did they screw up the layers and put the stars on top of you?

KOS-MOS: I can't see from here. I need your ship.

CAPTAIN: Don't make demands little lady, except in bed.

KOS-MOS: Then I shall be forced to break this window.

CAPTAIN: Teh funny.

[KOS-MOS cracks window]

CAPTAIN: Oh, poopie. We give. What are you after anyway, little lady?

KOS-MOS: My Prime Directive requires me to bring the Zohar Emulator to the Federation. My Secondary Directive requires me to protect Vector personnel. My Tertiary Directive requires me to pound the genitals of sexual predators into a homogenous paste.

CAPTAIN: ...Gotcha. Loud and clear.

KOS-MOS: Speaking of which, who was it who proposed raping my corpse?