Girls dancing on the table

Ya prick ya said the Captain. Not often there's water involved here. Ya fool ya, set the cat on ya. Not ought to be the better here. Over and over and down in the dirt. The drink trick-pulls at you, sings songs to the hurt. The cousins, the juniors all left in the lurch. They're plied with sweets and fanny tangles and the day off from church.

Go off roared the Captain you fucker you filth. You'll piss in the ruins of all that we built. I cannot get over the cheek of you, ingrates and punks. Party to influence, to tablets and skunk.

I once was a different man said the Captain but you won't listen.

Clearance

A great big stinking letdown! Oh the annoyance and bother. I was hoping we'd have caught the Skipper for a quick interview but his heavy boys wouldn't let us in. I had the Youth with me; I'd promised them all a personal meeting with their hero. Their little faces creased in disappointment when I told them the news that the Captain's mister-men wouldn't allow entry. Their lips quivered. Oh how their despair hurt me. I got angry and I hate to admit I took it out on the Youth.

Those damn heavy boys. Who do they think they are? Don't they know that I was there first? Back when it was just me and the Captain ... I know, I know ... I'm not supposed to talk about that. But it was perfect then. The Void, the Captain and I.