Toot-toot tootely toot! Loved, loved, LOVED it lads and ladies. The Commodore
enjoys a little rough play now and again! Bravo! Prudence, my dear, don't you know you are in
my clique? Click. Click? What ever
is that clicking sound? It's coming from somewhere around - ah, sweeties, the Commodore forgets to unclench every so often. After all, most of my meals
are enjoyed through a straw. Goodnight from the Commodore's Cóck-Pit, time to tuck myself into my big round revolving, white fun-fur covered bed. Cabin boys can get
so impatient you know.
