[Just another Joe]

Arrrrrr, Matey, Mr. Cline reportin' for duty. Where's the galley on this bucket? I be claimin' the right to cook fer this motley bunch.
They'll love me "poor dad's casserole".

[floriduh voter]

Arrrrr, but you can't board with your trophies - they'd sink her, I'm afraid. Leave them at home and you can be the cook.

I have dibs on the crow's nest - that's where you'll find me.

[dixie sass]

Hmmmmm, perhaps you ought to give us the recipe, sounds interesting.