A busy one indeed. But Sunday is a day of rest, am I right

And tittilating ans(w)ers to wile away the humdrums of a Monday morn

Welcoming back all the lost souls what got whomped by a passing starkerbark    

Where in all likelyhood spinning cabbage heads are required to sign up on and along the dotted line lest their spin become monotonous    

And a good Monday morning to all the folks at WC Curried Cabbage LLC, INK, INC, LTD, CORP and then some.   

Encourage your absence??  No, if I wanted to encourage your absence, don't you think I'd have tickled your toes to distract you instead?

How did you know it was up for renewal soon... you bin peepin' o'er me shoulder agin??? 

Now is that right, blaming hard work for what is obviously WC lunacy at its best???

Excuse me...excuse me...I don't mind to insinuate...oh hell...yes I do. I'll bet you a nickle the lunacy is what draws everyone here. Don't rush to place your bets though...I have to go find the nickles to cover them. Lets see... how many I gonna need.....

You might want me to leave. But how much coffee do you drink starkers

Depends... would you complain that curried cabbage is the only thing on the menu? 

How much can you pour... and how fast??? 

And if I was, would you sign on as a galley wench or an entertainment officer??

Or would that be as Cannoneer to give bankers a broadside?

Aye, juss fink wot us could do wiv all their booty??? 

Would following the money trail help locate them?

*you know, tha stuiff wott falled out thur pockets while being 'anged upside down durin' transport t' tha brig*  

Now that thar begs tha questyun... if'n ye wos "ie, entertainment officer" would us e'er git out o' port? Like, mightn't tha swabs git too ex'austed t' hoist tha sails frum all them thar below deck cabarets?

Sounds good t' me... but would ye load yer cannonballs wiv curried cabbage gas... t' be sure ye gits tha ones tha shrapnel misses?

Aye, ye 'ears AYE orright... if'n it be fer morale, but don't ye fink that ye oughter take sum booty off them thar swabs so's 'em don't spend all thur money n' git drunk on rum???

I mean, wot would us do wiv all them drunken sailors... not only would they 'ave brewers droop, wouldnt tha sails 'd 'ave it too... cos them 'd be too drunk ta 'oist 'em?

A lone entertainment occifer???   Wouldn' ye git a bunch o' wenches t' do that fer 'e... while yer sits by tha pool sippin' pina coladas?  I mean, that's what bein' tha occifer in charge be all about, isn't it?