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There's a largeish bohemian type in a pile on the main deck. After a moment or so, he sits up, blinking around a little confusedly. He tilts his head at the water, shakes his head, and stands shakily, moving over to the railing so he'll have something to lean on. "Well, I sure as hell didn't expect death to look like this," he says to himself, staring out at the water. "Where'd all this water come from, anyway?"
Typist: Uh. Britney Spears, aka Brit, from We Will Rock You. I COULDN'T RESIST, OKAY?
Typist: Uh. Britney Spears, aka Brit, from We Will Rock You. I COULDN'T RESIST, OKAY?