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Captain's Log, 1620 Volcanic Time
We're stuck for the moment
As my shortcut through the kelp forest proved wack
Turns out the spinners on the submarine's
24-foot gold rims are a little prone to cloggage
Fortunately, my steadfast steed George the Pony
Has a voracious appetite for sea weed
So, while he chomps us free
I'm enjoying a little sea weed of my own
Fresh from the submarine's greenhouse
Tonight's special: a little hydrophilic
Royal Egyptian Macro-purp
Courtesy of my guy Doug
(smokes) (Beep, whoosh)
Whoops. I think I just launched a torpedo
(chuckles) I am way too high
To be operating a multi-billion dollar submersible
(takes hit) (soothing beep, beat starts)
Oh? Aaand now we set off the smoke alarm
Don't worry though
On my ship, the smoke alarm
Just dims the lights
Drops a beat, and turns on the lava lamps
And yes, that's real lava