Anton, your idea of improving the head gasket's sealing with a guano coating is the worst you ever had. I'll make you sleep in the engine room if you don't fix your mess by tomorrow.
Meagan, if all inventors were as delicate and short-tempered as you are, you and I would still be paddling around in carved out logs.
Meagan, I made some mulberry cake. It's my own recipe, improved by Tyvian spices. I left it in the galley.
Anton, where are you old fool. I hope nobody hurt you. I'll find you, I swear. I miss you.