It was splooting.
The co-pilot, a gelatinous mound of neon-blue bioluminescence named Splex, wobbled anxiously. Splex was a Splootalien—a species hailing from the high-gravity, high-humidity swamps of Splattar IV. They possessed no bones, no distinct facial features, and a disconcerting ability to fit through plumbing fixtures. splootalien
This was the problem with Splootalien technology. It was organic, empathetic, and entirely too moist. The HMS Moist Velocity was a marvel of bio-engineering, capable of self-repair and hyper-jumps, but it required constant reassurance and a steady diet of sugar water. It was splooting