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*munches cheese and samples *

*Quaffs and samples cheese*

looks like you hit the motherload captain how much of this do you think we can get back to the ship?

I would estimate it to be (average stomach size)X(number of crew members) ... plus, of course, whatever bottles we can carry.

ah .. at last .. well.. that's better

if we can't carry it all i suggest we have a lengthy party down here before we return to the ship

we have all we need, don't we? cheese, wine, women, wine - what more could we possibly need?

so Kes, how many bottles do you think you can drink

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*Steps in over the body of Shagbark*

He isn't deaded is he?

Let's see, what will I have? *Examines the wooden casks stacked to the roof of the caverns. Examines all the dusty bottles lying on their sides in rows and rows and rows in racks.*

I guess it will be , then!

Yup. Plenty of that. You make a start on it. I'll warm up gently with some Pouilly Fume

what a capital idea!

i think a toast is in order here

*clears throat* ahem

to our trusted navigator, who always gets us where we want to go. it's sheer is what it is

and let's not forget out lookout who - well, er, - looks out and notifies us when we are where we are - or something

shagbark wakes Have you got any of that cheese left?

indeed i have, my trusted shagbark

i also have a toast for you

would you care for a little to go with it?

Oh goody! Cheese on toast!

indeed

and since free food is not fattening i would like someone to serve me some more

in return i will serve more

that way we should all be content

did i miss all the hard work?

Not at all, Linus .. we've got a whole cavern of excellent french to get through.

Thank you for the toast, Captain. Here's one for you:

*Stands up, glass lifted*

To Captain Pierce, Master of the good ship Blood of the Zaphodistas, Bearer of the Key of the Thingite, Keeper of the Only True Faith. Captain, you are a among s, you are without peers, you stand one-leggedly above us all and your steely gaze through your one good eye puts fright into our enemies. If you could only get rid of that mangey flea-bitten parrot you'd be just about perfect.

To the Captain!

... and to his Grand Cru!

grand cru indeed

mari-rae, nobody's perfect