Been halted by a vicarious pirate? The donut planetoid shaped Libertonian policeman shadowing you? Hauling things from A to B? Sunbathing on a sun's surface like a Dublin boss? Leading a derp raid fleet in the Omicrons? Zoner-zoner-zoner? Sanctioned?
Whatever your disposition, you'll need an excuse, and here is your source.
"Sorry I'm late, Scrooge McDuck came on me". I lost my lungs.