seems the standoff between Captain Parrot and Mozin ol' Mary fizzled out when OMG16 unstuck her self from the deck and flattenned both of them with her scrubbin brush.
Meanwhile the newly appointed ship's councillor, (prettier than Councillor Troy on The Enterprise and Councillor Troy is pretty) girly whirly a.k.a Phyl, who doubles up as cruise director has decided that the carribean is the place to go coz all the northern hemisphere crew are feeling rather cold having to shovel all that splenda from the deck and unless we get a wriggle on, the entire crew be seein' the ship's councillor.
Its party, party, party time. We all deserve a drink or 39 and the captain, shivering in her knicker bockers tells the helmsman (or should that be person) warp factor 9.9 - heading "out there".
Will the PBW make it to the carribean before the crew sober up (you see they have cleaned out the grogmeister's supplies).
Will the girly whirly need to get a big diary book.
Will the PBW find 00.9% fat free Tim tams? (in ya dreams yootie!)