Knowing exactly how much bullshit (or elephant shit, in this case) you can get away with is a key competency of military members that transcends space and time. If we don’t get stories like this out of our first war against the Alpha Centaurians, it’ll be because no humans are left to tell them.
Navy submariner. Can confirm sailors definitely do that on sausage days, or at breakfast with bananas. Usually on a dare, though, or as a joke. Otherwise the food is usually slightly below Air Force grade minus the butler, unless you count the seaman that’s cranking as a food service assistant asking every table if they need anything.
The Ferryman as in Charon, the ancient Greek spirit which takes souls to the underworld. By saying it's a 'two-seater', he's telling her to get in; saying that her time has come ie she's dead.
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