Narrator: Meanwhile, in Southport. . .
Kevyn: Forget the mob! Everybody fall back to the Eatonrun! We can use her to plug the Dock Three hole!
SFX: BLAM
Kevyn: Ow!
Kevyn: Oh. . . Ow. Armor piercing?
Kevyn: One of you. . . *gasp*. . . morons dropped your weapon!
Kevyn: . . . and now the mob can hurt us. . .
Para Ventura: Commander, the Eatonrun is gone!
Kevyn: Loo. . . Loo! *gasp*. . .tenant!! put Pi. . . in. . . charge. . .
Para Ventura:
Narrator: Aboard the M.R. Eatonrun. . .
Skipper: Breach my britches! Did you do that?
Lota: Lota did do that. It was not large enough.
Lota: Now fly the plotted course, or Lota shall actualize the metaphorical breach in your britches.