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Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm
I'm stowing on board to, ahem, look after the supplies of tea, chocolate and whisky...
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Argh! Stowaways! Let me see, what did they used to do w/ stowaways in the old days. Hm... well, Keel-hauling is out of the question. We can't hang 'em. Can't really make 'em walk the plank. Can't put 'em adrift in a small boat. We don't have irons (well, if you overlook the clothes irons in the laundry and the curling irons in the staterooms). ...No manacles. Look in the manual... Tenticles, yes, manacures yes, but no manacles. Damn. OK, I guess we'll just have to make room at the table for you. Luckily, I hear you don't take up too much room. If this keeps up, we're going to have to sleep in shifts.
I usually sleep in the nude, but a shift will do.
We aren't going to have enough lift to bring back everyone's weight in lost Aztec gold... we may have to eat our way through the ship's stores to lighten the load. Dibs on the chocolate, steak, gin, licorice, sharp cheddar, coconut, and, um.... what else can I think of that everyone else might want. Oh, and the chicken. :-D