Not too long ago in a galaxy not far enough away ...

Captain Lew Zerr sat at the helm of the starship NerdFantasy, idly rolling a nose goblin between his stubby fingers. He'd been separated from the rest of the Taki fleet for seventeen interdimensional time units, lost in the ether of the Pariah nebula.

Nerd Alert! Geek in sector four!

He leapt to his feet with as much grace as a fat man can muster, wiped the drool from his collar, and began barking orders in his most authoritative tone, which, to humans, sounds like Mickey Mouse with post-nasal drip:

Charge the repulsion ray! I need wart speed!
Have sick bay prepare for nosebleeds!

Any proximity to other beings made him apprehensive and nervous, as every attempt he'd ever made at first contact had failed miserably. Maybe this time, he'd get it right ... but it was only their sister ship, the ShortBus, and Captain Ray Tarred, who was equally lost in space and could be of no assistance.

Engines drained, life support failing, he could only wait and wonder whether the unpredictable currents of interstellar fashion drift carry him and his crew back to planet Nor-Mul, or would they be forever removed from society?

... stay tuned.