Captain! Captain!"
You lift your head from the console of your spaceship, keeping an eye on the flashing red and blue lights. "Yes Joe? What is it?"
Joe rubs his mouth with a shaking hand. "It's the confabulator! I'm afraid it's decoupled from the gershunter and… see for yourself!"
The soothing dance of the console turns to a frenetic cacophony of light, accented by blaring alarms.
"Oh, heck!" you say.
Joe blanches.