Moe sits at a glowing control panel in a beige uniform, pressing buttons and grimacing as the lights flicker, then drops his hand to his face in alarm

What happens

Moe, the grey-haired bartender, sits at a glowing control panel in a beige uniform, pressing buttons and grimacing as the lights flicker, then drops his hand to his face in alarm. Nearby, two men in beige jumpsuits wrestle with a man lying on the floor by a round metal hatch in a dim, pipe-lined room, while Homer, in a black cap and tan uniform, stares upward with a worried look and then breaks into a faint smile. The panels show blinking lights and wavy blue screens, and the room is lit mainly by dim mood lighting.

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