I am picking up a strange reading off the port bow. Also, some ominous-sounding music has just begun. Well, let's go check it out. Your crew is no longer an acceptable ethnic and gender mix. There is not enough tension and conflict in your crew.
Resistance is futile.
You will be assimilated. Yooouuuu don't frighten me, baldy. Troi keeps trying to get Spock into therapy sessions. And, worst of all, that stinky Wesley kid keeps hanging around me. Spock, never before have I been so glad to see your pointy little ears.