"Spock, you green blooded Vulcan!", said Dr. McKoy as you watched Star Trek.  It was late at night because the damn TV stations though the show wasn't copular enough to been screened during normal people hours.
"Scwoodle quidge" you mumble for no reason, when suddenly your microwave bings.  *Bing*.  That's rather odd considering you don't have a microwave, but none the less you proceed to remove the popcorn you just heated up when you hear a loud scream.  The ensign on Star Trek that didn't have a name was just killed.  Then you hear another scream.  This one was from outside...

Do You:

Go Outside and Check it Out?
Say "Scwoodle quidge" again and watch the rest of Star Trek?
Call the police in an attempt to get a senior officer to investigate the problem?
Summon a Greater Demon of Korn?