*First Ensign Ricky sniffs silently, not because his pantaloons shrunk skin tight, but because his bottle of tequila is busted and is spilled over the brigâ€™s floorâ€¦then he watches with startled eyes at Captian Qwerty's Ghostly Form rises out of the body of Lt. One, holding a Purple, Gaseous Form.*
â€œSingie! Throw some of your popcorn at the Gaseous form. It seems we are out of weapons that work up here!â€
"Ooooh. I don't feel so good. I'm going to...hic...take a lay down...hic."
*Lt. One stumbles off of the bridge, leaving everyone else to deal with the controls that are jammed by masses of duct tape. He wobbles down the corridor to the officers' cabins, then mistakenly enters Capt. Qwerty's. He bumps into Qwerty's desk and finds a sheet of paper.*
"My last will and testiment, by Captain Qwerty. Being of sound body and sometimes sound mind I...WTBV**???"
**What The Beer Volcano
Reading is Knowledge Knowledge is Power Power Corrupts Corruption is a Crime Crime doesn't Pay
"Whatâ€™s up? Looking at your ghastly form, I think I want to hurl some Beer Volcanoes. Are you the Captain? If you are we had better figure out how to control this bucket through the avalanche of duct tape! Where did Lt. One go?"
*Ricky look toward the Cabin door and makes a dash for it.*
"Lt. One, Sir! Why are you mumbling that your the Captain now? Oh My FSM! Captain Qwerty made you Captain! Oh horror we now have two Captains......a drunk Captain One and a Ghostly Captain Qwerty. Oh dear this is just to much to digest now. Who is going to drive the Pastaprize now? Singie... I have the need for mass quanities of Whiskey!"