"Captain Kirk!"
"What is it, Mr Spock?"
"Strange readings coming from this planet's surface. It would appear the levels of angst are so high, they are interfering with our scanners."
"Can you isolate the source?"
"Difficult, Captain, but I believe we've narrowed it down to a human male. Judging by our scanners, I would say he is young, white, and better off than he thinks he is."
"Retreat to maximum range, then open fire with all phasers."
"Impossible Captain. The angst has grown so powerful, it is pulling us closer and closer to the planet. I estimate lethal impact in... three hours."
"I see... bridge to transporter room. Isolate the source of that angst. Have a team of psychologists ready to beam down when I get there. Tell them to bring puppies and kittens with them. Kirk out."
"Captain, bear in mind, with the angst levels increasing, damage to our instruments could be severe; should you fail to show this boy how insignificant his problems are... you may be stuck on that planet forever."
"I understand, Mr Spock, but I have no choice."