Subcommander Sanjurjo slowly rose and began to question the leader's orders. This was highly unlike Sanjurjo.
"Flawless leader, it would be a most dangerous undertaking. The military is very strong and our ranks are miniscule in comparison. Me thinks this is a battle that would be better waged in the future."
"Silence, dog-fool!", Saslow boomed, "it is of the highest divine order that we bring religion to the heathens! To not do so would soil the very names of Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock! This will not happen on my watch! It will be bloody and much mayonnaise will be spilt upon the land before our duty is done, but we have true grit on our side!"
And so, with a flick of the wrist and a quick mopping of the tile floor (complete with the requisite yellow hazard sign), The Saslow Rebellion headed westward, to overtake the lands and create a homogenous land of Chick Fillet, Star Trek, and excessively loud speech.