Alien: Welcome to Smoulder IV Captain, Doctor. You're just in time for our annual civic barbeque.
Crusher: Really? What are we having?
Captain: These burning gas people are the weirdest I've ever met.
Crusher: Chief, I'm sorry to inform you that you have developed a rare and fatal disease called Plasticizing Mannequinitis. Your arm is just the start. You will eventually be rendered immobile, your hair will fall out, and your genitals will drop off. You will, however, get to wear the latest fashions.
