I've got galactic coordinates for our randomly-selected target star, and both of my teraprobes popped out and back cleanly. . . We're ready to go.
It's your ship, Captain. Are you ready to give the order to teraport?
Everything's in order. Ennesby, take us out.
Oh, wait! I still have to set up the betting pool on whether we'll find a planet with life on it.