"Guy at the pilot... area, status report." Picard commanded from his chair in the middle of the ship...or wherever it really was on the show.
The dude at the controls spun around in his chair. "We are flying...in space, sir. Also..." He spun around quickly in his chair as a kid would. "WHEEEEEE!"
"Good enough. Ass head, coffee report."
A large dude with a strange looking alien head walked up to the chair wearing a frilly apron. "The name is Worf, bitch."
"I didn't ask for the weather report, butty, where's my coffee?" Picard said as he watched the window in the front.
Worf pulled out a cup from behind his back and handed it to the captain. "Right here." He started to walk away. "Extra pee..." He muttered to himself.
"Sir, we have a visual..."
"Is it porn? Cause I swear, I didn't look up Vulcan porn on the system's computer the other day, all Worf." Picard quickly let out, nervous.
"Um...no...it looks like a man..." The random computer dude spun around and cool-y took off his glasses. "An iron man."
Just then Iron Man burst in through the window and prepared to shoot, when suddenly he started laughing...at Worf. "What...what is that thing on his head?"
"Oh, that is it, I QUIT!" Worf took off his apron and slammed it on the ground, then stormed out of the room.
"Eh, anyway." Iron Man raised his hand again and blasted the computer monitors. "I am Iron Man, and you've just been screwed. Have fun floating aimlessly in space!"
"DUMMY!" Dracula shouted from out of nowhere.
Iron Man flew out through the hole that somehow wasn't causing a massive suckage or whatever on the ship.
"Sir, options!" Riker said as he spun around in his chair, only to find that no one was there. "Sir?
Meanwhile, on a beach in Florida, Picard sat in a chair sipping a drink as he watched the ship fall in the distance. "Thank god for space warping techno stuff. BEER FOR EVERYONE!" He shouted to the drinkers on the beach.
Iron Man landed next to him and raised his mask. "Someone say 'beer'?"