A little drip'll do ya

Who: Zack & Cubie
Where: Engine room
When: Just after Red Alert
"Nobody knows . . . the trouble I've seen . . . nobody knows . . . the
sorrow . . ."
Cubie sighed. "Zack, knock it off. It's a bass part, and you're a
high tenor."
Zack flushed. "No need to get personal."
Several of the engineers shook their heads. "I rather think there is a
need to get personal. Your singing is right out."
Zack looked around, finally spotting one engineer who wasn't glaring at
him. He walked over to the young man who was wearing a pleasant smile.
"You thought my singing was agreeable, right?"
The engineer looked at him in surprise, then pulled cotton balls out of
his ears. "Sorry. Were you talking to me?"
Zack shook his head. "Never mind."
Slumping back to the bucket, he pulled out the mop and sloshed water
all over the deck, then started swabbing away.
Cubie sidled up to him. "Zack, is that such a good idea?"
Zack looked at her with a fair amount of irritation. "What? Now my
mopping is substandard? Am I breathing out of pitch, perhaps?"
Cubie pointed to an open access cover in the deck. "No, but you just
poured a half-gallon of mop water down that hole."
Zack shrugged. "Doesn't look like it damaged any-"
There was a blinding flash, followed by a complete power failure.
Every electrical device on the Blue Dwarf powered down, leaving the ship a
drifting hulk.
"-thing," Zack finished miserably.
~Zack & Cubie~
Sand in the gears