He may've hid? asked Bentley. The boatswain nodded an affirmative. He may've, sir. But we looked and searched a bit, and we found nothing. We flushed a few more drunken buggers out for locking up, but no Black Bob. I'm sorry, sir, but I wouldn't be surprised....
... IT IS YOUR TURN. YOU MAY HAVE THE REMOTE. ...
... UH-OH, I MAY HAVE JUST LET A BEARDED SKINK SLIP OUT. ...