Kevyn: Petey, this little ship is terrific! Luxurious appointments, troop-drop harnesses for 24 men in armor, 40 tons of displacement with a 20-ton annie plant. . . .
. . It needs a name.
Petey: Why? It's not independently sapient. It's just running a node copy of me.
Petey: Giving this ship its own name would be like you naming one of your toenails.
Kevyn: I see your point. That's a great idea.
Petey: Uh-oh.
Kevyn: I christen thee Toenail One. Now let's get out of here.
Schlock: At least you didn't waste any champagne on that name.