A Testament to Musical Entertainment [video]
[Behold, Samuel, in his video debut! If you manage to see through the unsteady shaking of the comm, you'll notice that Sam's hat (a flat straw number today) is menacingly low over his brow. This is serious. Samuel reports!]
Greetings from Ten-and-Two-Sevens upon Four, the eye of the Elegante. As the keystone culture-man on board, it is my duty to give you this shocking news.
[His face grows dire.]
For a sea bound sauce-about we have have very little in the way of shanties- and, for that matter, sauces! When are we to have a chorus of impossible range and impeccable training decrying lonesomeness and embracing brotherhood? Where are the rousing rounds of "Five Frumpy Wives?"
[He placatingly extends his arms.]
This, of course, is no insult to the wonderful get-togethers and go-and-see-hers that we are known for. But to claim that we are not wanting for a chance to sing again would be an absolute farce!
What say we throw the fiddles to the fire and give ourselves the cruising we have been bruising for, full of song and sumptuousness and general merriment? Let the ayes have it!
[Just as Samuel makes to end in a dramatic solo, the feed sadly ends]
Greetings from Ten-and-Two-Sevens upon Four, the eye of the Elegante. As the keystone culture-man on board, it is my duty to give you this shocking news.
[His face grows dire.]
For a sea bound sauce-about we have have very little in the way of shanties- and, for that matter, sauces! When are we to have a chorus of impossible range and impeccable training decrying lonesomeness and embracing brotherhood? Where are the rousing rounds of "Five Frumpy Wives?"
[He placatingly extends his arms.]
This, of course, is no insult to the wonderful get-togethers and go-and-see-hers that we are known for. But to claim that we are not wanting for a chance to sing again would be an absolute farce!
What say we throw the fiddles to the fire and give ourselves the cruising we have been bruising for, full of song and sumptuousness and general merriment? Let the ayes have it!
[Just as Samuel makes to end in a dramatic solo, the feed sadly ends]