Not the noodles, served with red sauce and meatballs. Not the Westerns. Not the squash. Not the -fication process of stretchy weirdness when one falls toward a black hole.
When the 3D printer makes a mistake, it doesn’t realize that anything is amiss. It just keeps on moving, extruding, dutifully squirting out warm plastic which twists and tangles into a sad little mess. PLA spaghetti.