The Doctor

Shock Treatment - the showstopper song was "Look What They Did to My Id"

Sigmund Freud

Ick!! roaches

Q: Why do over 3 million American kids play soccer? A: So they don't have to watch it.

"You've Got Another Thing Coming" - Judas Priest

Salem Menthols

Agh! Oh well, win a few, lose a few...

Aye, sir. Belaying repairs, as ordered. :: turns on his heel and heads quickly back to the Samsom :: Stand down on repairs, men, and get her back into the water! :: picks up 3 extra buckets and continues on, ignoring an odd feeling of deja vu :: Here! Stow these where we can find them easily. :: tosses the buckets into the barge :: Make lively, gents! We've got guns to ferry! And no leaning against the mast! Ease those party favors in gently, and spaced evenly on the deck. I'd like to make it all the way to the ship and back again...

echoes

Frank Sinatra

:: orders the barge back to shore, and has the men set about getting her readied for regular service :: That was too close for comfort. Let me know when you're finished inspecting the hull, as I'll be checking her as well. I need all hands rowing, not bailing. Strip even marginal planking. I want her caulked within and without, and we'll stain her as time allows. :: heads quickly up the beach :: Mr. Lasseter! A moment of your time, sir. I'll doubtless need the services of the carpenter, and the barge is wormy in places, and her mast groans more than an ale-house trollop. And her sail spills more wind than it catches... Who may I enlist to repair the cloth?

:: takes another swig of rum, and raises the glass once again :: What a lovely shade of pink she turns... :)

Board of Directors

cherubs

Always, love!

:: takes a musket and pistol from the armoury, and goes to the main deck, pointing and barking orders :: Barge crew, make ready and armed!! You two, get along to the fort, doublequick, and fetch the number seven swivel. You two, power and shot for the gun, and smartly! The rest of ye, prepare to get under way before the next turn of the glass!!

:: sits on top of a large boulder with a bottle of rum and a spyglass. Once Christine is fully in the water, he lowers the glass and raises the bottle in a toast :: Brava!! Very nice, love! :: takes a swig of rum, and watches the waves. A mischievous smile starts to play across his face ::

Amen to that, Christine. I do understand what you're saying. :)

honey

:: bows deeply to Tempest :: Jefferson Airplane

Groovy. Dadaism before modernism, and postmodernism before Bauhaus in our house, hep-cat. You dig, baby?

"Hey You" - Pink Floyd

Aussie Rules Football

:: chuckles over his coffee cup :: That will certainly save us on our powder and shot...

The Jersey Devil