Candice:
Wow! A ship! This could be the perfect way to reach the land on the other side!

Candice:
How can we get on, though? We don't have any money.

Candice:
What? All this gold? NO! THAT'S FOR CODINGMON!

Candice:
Maybe we can just stow away...

????:
What was that? I should string ye up from the mast for that!

Candice:
Eeeep! Who's that?! I-I was just kidding!

????:
But if ye got the guts to stow away on MY ship, perhaps ye could be of use to me.

Candice:
Ehhh??

Captain A-hab:
Me name's Captain A-hab. Short for Array-Haboolean. I could use a couple a' deck hands. For my journey at sea.

Candice:
That's perfect! We could, like, file your papers and stuff! Assist you temporarily as interns until we reach land!

Captain A-hab:
WHY YES! UNTIL WE..."REACH LAND"! I ACCEPT THESE TERMS. THESE EXACT TERMS.

Candice:
Ummm....okay?

*Many hours later*

Captain A-hab:
SCRUB HARDER, YE FOOLS! THE DECK WON'T CLEAN ITSELF!

Candice:
I can't do it!! I give up!

Candice:
Go, InputStreamReaper! Clean the deck for me!

InputStreamReaper:
: BAAAAARFFFFF

Captain A-hab:
NOOOOOO!!! YE BRAINLESS IDIOTS! YOU MADE IT MORE DIRTY!

Candice:
Oh geez. The codingmon looks exhausted already. And dehydrated. Seems to have scurvy, too.

InputStreamReaper:
: *foams at mouth*

Captain A-hab:
HMPH. If yee fools be complaining this much over small tasks, how'll ye aid me in my endless quest...for revenge...and blood?

Candice:
.......

Captain A-hab:
I'm beginning to regret hiring ye

Candice:
.......Revenge? Blood? Whaaaat?!!