[Off in the distance a Buccaneer dropship with AFFS markings lands and taxis up. The main gangway on the back of the dropship opens up and a single loadermech walks out carrying a pallet. As it gets closer it becomes apparent the pallet is loaded with crates of Vodka and is being piloted by Achoo. As he gets closer it becomes apparent that Achoo is singing happily.]
be another Lincoln
If I only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why The ocean's near the shore.
I could think of things [klunk as the crate is placed gently on the ground] I never thunk before.
And then I'd sit, and think some more.
I would not be just a nuffin' my head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
[The loadermech returns to the dropship and reemerges carrying another palet, which as it gets closer is apparently rum. Achoo is still happily singing]
If I only had a brain.
Oh, I could tell you why The ocean's near the shore.
I could stink a stunk I never stunk before.
And then I'd fart, [klunk as the crate is placed gently on the ground]and stink some some more.
I would not be just a nuffin' my head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
[The loadermech returns to the dropship and reemerges carrying another palet, which as it gets closer is apparently Coke. Achoo is still happily singing]
I yump up on my horsie and my butt it is a pain
I stepped in all the horsie doo yust like this guy, Yohn Wayne
[Achoo tosses the crate of Coke aside] I don't know why anyone would ruin perfectly good rum cutting it with that crap! Where was I...oh, I remember!
My girlfriend's name is Gertrude; she vorks in a saloon
Her face is like der fjord, but she has der really big boobs
[Achoo does this same sort of thing two dozen more times, dropping off booze he stole from the AFFS dummies while they were not paying attention. He then sells the dropship to some short blue Wombat wearing a trenchcoat and a hat, uses the loadermech to kick the Wombat into the open loading ramp on the dropship, which closes as the dropship begins to taxi away. Achoo walks the loadermech back, climbs down and opens a bottle of vodka.]
Get yer mugs scallywags 'n join me in a toast t' our departed matey, former operator o' this gods forsaken Luna 'n genrally a nefarious freebooter, th' mighty Clangador! May he rest in peace 'n his enemies rest in pieces! Cheers!
