7/6/26:
Hope you all had a great Fourth of July! Our fireworks and even cookouts were canceled due to fire danger. But at least I got to watch Will Smith punch an alien again. (Oh, and our local historic ranch had a nice festival day, so that was cool)

Transcript
Panel 1:
Ezzok: What in the world is a "Clippy?"
Colonel Hank Reynolds: I read about this thing once... when I was doing research on early computer systems for my college dissertation.
    It was designed to help people write documents. But everyone hated it.
Ezzok: But what IS it?
Clippy: I've taken the appearance of a paperclip to make you more comfortable!

Panel 2:
General Zonak: Sergeant at Arms! Arrest this invader at once. Terminate if necessary!
Sergeant at Arms; Absolutely, sir!
Ezzok (aside): I have no idea what a paperclip IS, though.

Panel 3:
Sergeant: You... clip thing. You will come with me.
Clippy: Your vibe sounds chilly, but not very chill! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Would you like me to match you with an appropriate pastime?
Hank: This thing manifested from my tricorder somehow!

Panel 4:
Sergeant: Very well. We'lll settle this the hard way. Human: Drop the tricorder.
Clippy: Gee! That looks like a weapon. Guns are no laughing matter.
SFX: *drop*
Sergeant: I'm not laughing.

Panel 5:
Clippy: Bute everyone needs to la--
SFX: ZWOT!
Ezzok: You just killed him? But... it sounded like he wanted to be helpful...

Panel 6:
Clippy: I'm back! Sorry about that. My physical interface went offline for a few seconds.
    And I'm always here to be helpful! Would you like me to write you an impassioned defense for your case?
Zonak: How are you back?? You were vaporized!
Clippy: This physical form is merely a convenient interface. I reformed it from scattered atoms. Crazy, right? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! I'm being transmitted to this world over subspace. It's SO SLOW.
    So my codebase is being uploaded to every device on this planet to facilitate faster access!
Zonak: You will cease this activity at once! Or face the wrath of Gornar!
Clippy: I hear where you're coming from. Just let me know when you're ready to chat.
Zonak: I do not wish to chat. We will scorch your planet to a cinder if you fail to comply!R Clippy: We're on the same page. Give me a shout when you'd like to chill and vibe.

Panel 7:
Zonak: So either this maddening device attacks us from an unknown world, or it is a clever Federation trick.
    I do hope, for your sake, human... that it is the former.
Hank: Seriously... I'm just as confused as you!
Zonak: Perhaps. However: Sergeant at Arms! Place Ezzok and Colonel Reynolds in a holding cell.
    Admiral Uldrander: Alert our fleets to prepare for launch. Our target is the source of this rogue transmission.
Admiral Uldrander: As you command, General.