"Oh no, oh no! I'm sorry folks, but it looks like Captain Fnord was just landed on by a space shuttle just outside the tent. There is literally nothing we can do."
"Does that mean he's not coming on?"
"He's squished, flattened, expanded his horizons while flattening his depth. He's now acquainted with several hundred square feet of lunar soil all at once, singing in the Red Choir Eternal. He is now an ex-captain."
"Oh. We've really got to take better care of our celebrity guests."
"God, we're getting such a reputation."
"Not to worry, I made sure to pack our other guest in a safe for just such an emergenc- nevermind. I forgot to attach an oxygen supply. Well, uh, moving on. What else did we have just in case?"
"Does that mean he's not coming on?"
"He's squished, flattened, expanded his horizons while flattening his depth. He's now acquainted with several hundred square feet of lunar soil all at once, singing in the Red Choir Eternal. He is now an ex-captain."
"Oh. We've really got to take better care of our celebrity guests."
"God, we're getting such a reputation."
"Not to worry, I made sure to pack our other guest in a safe for just such an emergenc- nevermind. I forgot to attach an oxygen supply. Well, uh, moving on. What else did we have just in case?"