See the commercial here.
Synopsis: A geeky sci-fi fanboy, inexplicably living somewhere other than in his parents' refinished basement, settles down to a nice, romantic dinner of Burger King take-out with his ethnically-ambiguous girlfriend and embarrassed dog, "Tiberius," when three Klingon medieval monarchist mimes arrive via transporter beam to steal his coveted Star Trek glasses.
Message: Burger King and Star Trek -- two things not normally associated with having a life -- are a winning combination.
"Don't mess with me -- I'm a Greater San Diego Starfleet Cadet!"
Subliminal Message: In an alternate fantasy universe, your love of cheesy commemorative merchandise makes you cool.
"I want to have your baby."
Memorable Moment: After the creepy Klingons paralyze his dog and seize his glasses, Fanboy dejectedly exclaims, "Why don't you just take my girlfriend, while you're at it?"
"I don't know ... she doesn't look like she has a very rigid spine."
Disturbing Aspect: Fanboy is willing to casually relinquish the only woman who's ever been willing to share a couch with him to a lifetime of agonizing physical toil and/or sexual slavery at some intergalactic Klingon gulag.
"You've just been getting a little bossy lately."
Well, I guess it's back to the ol' Victoria's Secret catalog ...
Burning Questions: Wasn't the non-Klingon "King" preternaturally grotesque enough, without burying a cheese-grater in his forehead? Did it trouble anyone at Burger King that no Klingons actually appear in the Star Trek movie? Is it legal to electrocute a dog outside the State of Mississippi?
Overall Loathsomeness: 7.0
Mitigating Factor: Tiberius committed suicide shortly after the release of this commercial.