Tylorian Insurance: Science Fiction

After she picked her stunned self up from the floor, wiped the blood off her face, and looked around her upside down control room, she started swearing. The control room still functioned just fine, even if it was upside down--and the communicator screen was showing a very concerned Tylorian captain gibbering so fast that her second-rate translator was unable to keep up with him. "Very sorry--asteroid belt blocked view--insurance!" She groaned. The difficulty of getting anything useful out of Tylorian insurance--companies was not quite the right word--artists was legendary.


Inspiration: Wrote up a post about the car crash we were just in.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: Could be funny. I wonder what Tylorian insurance *is* like?