You can surrender in the morning. Lucky you. I'm tired, I'm hungry and if I had gotten laid anytime in the last fuckin’ decade, you'd have no fucking chance.
That being said, welcome sboard. Your seats’ in steerage. And storage. Take a fucking shower first too. I run a tight ship and you don't want to know what you smell like to a civilized human. You think you do, but let me tell you, motherfucker; know, you DO NOT KNOW. (I kind of like it, but I'm a special breed of bird, believe Me.)
*polite click*
