"Captain's log, stardate 34675.3. Upon transporting down to the Planet of the Shatners, we encountered the tribal chiefs, who greeted us in the traditional Shatnerian fashion. According to our readings, the chief on the right achieved .7 percent greater concentrated ham, thus earning the right to lead the tribe in the traditional greeting song, "Mr. Tambourine Man". Casualty list attached".
"It's okay, Will. Betazoid empathic-exchange techniques mean I get the high, he gets the hangover".
"So you were up all night? What are you drinking now?"
"Hair of the dog, Will. He's not taking it too well"
"What WAS that, Romulan ale or Saurian Brandy?"
"A little of both, plus the, eh, secret ingrediant..."