"Sir! The spam generator! It's out of control!"
With a massive explosion, the giant machine began to tear apart. Flames blasted out of its side, incinerating nearby penguins. Many others fell off the high platform that the generator stood on. Massive pieces of molten metal now poured down, as the machine went into its last throes. With a final, terrifying groan, the massive construct leaned to the side, then crashed down off its platform. Sparks showered the whole factory interior as it hit bottom.
Dust settled. Penguins began to get up.
"How many did we lose?"
"Hmm. I'd guess five, not more than ten."
"Okay, but more importantly, how long'll it take to get the generator back in working order?"
"Hmm. A day or two. It'll have to be fast. Without this machine filling threads with spam, they will collapse."
"We could just write stories."
"Bah, where's the fun in that. Besides, it's easier just to turn this thing on and stand back."
"Alright."
The two penguins looked up. Already, cranes were lifting up the smoldering wreck off the factory floor, penguins extinguishing flames and dancing from foot to foot to avoid the searing metal.
Business as usual.