"Critical overload!" shouts Johnson. "The pressures too high, Marcus! The system can't hold it!"
"Fuck," Marcus curses. "If that thing blows, there's no telling what kind of damage it'll do."
"What do we do?" Johnson screams desperately. "What do we do!?"
"There's only one thing we can do, Johnson. Hit the emergency shut-off. We have to vent this thing before we have a catastrophic explosion. Hit the red button, damn it!"
Johnson slams down on the red button marked with the Emergency Shut-Off placard. The fluorescent lights of the facility go black and are quickly replaced by dim crimson emergency lighting as a loud air raid siren pierces through the passages.
"Did that do it?" Johnson asks timidly.
"We're about to find out," answers Marcus.
You fart quietly in the darkness of the movie theatre. Your date doesn't notice.