On the bridge of the Trotsky, the light indicating an incoming transmission began to blink.
"General Rhade, we have an incoming transmission."
Rhade stared at the communications officer.
"Well? What are you waiting for, play it."
The communications officer sprang to life, playing the message from Vladimir Nikov. General Rhade was, of course, not amused.
"Execute the Muppet Virus."
The Communications Officer nodded his head in acknowledgement, and the "Muppet Virus" as Rhade liked to call it was slipped into the reply message sent back to Nikov.
As soon as Nikov checked the reply message, his console exploded, covering his face in white hot plasma, quite literally melting his face and eyes.
"Let that be a lesson to that muppet." Rhade proclaimed, now satisfied, he resumed standard operations.