Central command is sending up orders for us to do 3 other missions in this boring quadrant...
Might I make a logical suggestion, Captain?
Go ahead, Spock.
We tell them to blow it out their anal cavities and then make our way to the pleasure planet to imbibe excessive amounts of alcohol and pick up women with loose morals in exchange for money, sir.
Do you think this is logical, Dr. McCoy?
Hookers and booze? Hell, Spock, I think this is the best damn idea you've had since I've met you!