[Jolly Rogered] Maya: Lets get one thing straight: I'm the Ship's Cook around here, and don't you forget it.
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: For future reference, I prefer my mashed potatoes with soap in them.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: Soap?
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: On board a pirate ship?
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: Read Catch 22?
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: We could have special cooking soap.
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: Just like cooking chocolate, only... soap.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: I'm sorry, but you don't seem to realise. Having soap on board a pirate vessel is against the regulations.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: Arrh, what if we need to wash some scurvy dogs mouth out for speaking civilised like?
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: Cleanliness Act, article 9, paragraph B quite clearly states that soap is one of the forbidden cargoes for any pirate ship, and may not even be present in amounts larger than 1 cubic centimeter per 49 cubic meters of hull volume.
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: Well. You don't need much. It's a spice.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: We wash people's mouths out with rum, ye scurvy dog!
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: Arrh, don't make me come down to the gallery, Maya.
Jolly Rogered] Maya glares.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: It's _galley_. A gallery is where you hang pictures.
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: Well, we can't afford luxuries like a separate galley and gallery, so you'll need to make sacrifices.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: Arrh, you mean we don't have famous plundered artworks?
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: Like how the brig has to share with the birg.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: Arrh, we need to go on a artwork raid mateys.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: So we can have something to hang (besides the last cook) in the gallery/galley
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: I wouldn't advise hanging me. Unless you _like_ ship's biscuit for every meal of the day.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: And I know for a fact you start getting bored by the third meal.
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: Perhaps he was going to hang you in a nice way. Like, to get the kinks out of your spine after a long day slaving over an oven in a tiny gallery.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: It's not a tiny galley. I used spatial compressors to make it larger on the inside than the outside. I've got more room in the galley here than there is in UU's great hall.
[Jolly Rogered] Hayt: I christen the Gallery the reTardis!
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: So we _do_ have room for our captured artworks? :)
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: No! Mine!
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: When we get some captured artworks, that is.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya places sentry guns at all the entrances to the galley.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax comes through the roof, much like the aliens.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya uses a huge loader droid (usually employed for lifting souffles) to pull Warrax to pieces.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya decides to serve Shredded Warrax as the meal of the day.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: Arrh, I have my soufle lifter proof underpants on!
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: It picked you up by the head, not the groin.
[Jolly Rogered] Warrax: *boggles* Wear else would you wear such super undies, than on your head?
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: Erm...
[Jolly Rogered] Maya thinks about it.
[Jolly Rogered] Maya: You tell me.