Senior Sensor Officer Stitchy reporting from what used to be the bridge of the U.S.S. Minnowprize. We've swept the majority of the junk out of the only functioning airlock, and once the crew and I availed ourselves of some much-needed rations it was decided to run through the sensor suite.
The following is a data dump of what we received after opening the raw image data files.
After much consideration it was decided either the sensors are malfunctioning..
Or it's the warning signs of the worlds worst cumulative and compounding hangover coming on.
Or the absinthe was a little stronger than we thought.
Wait.
That was water in that jug.. right?
Right!?!?
A side note: We haven't seen The Captain in days. The last reported sighting was of him retreating, swinging a soiled pair of boxers and a feather while screaming "PERFECT DEFENSE!". We are unsure of his location but on occasion we hear demented cackling from the air ducts. We've done ten sweeps and during each only half of the recruits assigned returned. The other half was too traumatized to answer inquiry. We believe him to be holed up somewhere as evidenced by dessert ration wrappers displayed on hand wittled pikes in prominent locations around the ship.
He seems to have an affinity for the Butterscotch. A trap has been set.
We are nervous.
But hopeful.
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