Good evening Ladies and Germs... it is I your jolly injuneer risen from the dead to put the fear of God into you heathen lot. While I struggled manfully with the dreaded lurgy I was intrigued, mystified and latterly concerned but the copious amount of revelry emanating from the bridge and radio room area coupled with a disconcerting view of Varley swinging from the radio wires shouting "hows that for a flashover?".... Squeek is looking rather bloated considering the amount of cheese he has been fed by Sir William who
should have known better than to encourage the wee bugger however have no fear normal service has been resumed in the injun room and shifters of various sizes polished for insertion into orifices where found necessary to maintain the status quo.....
ME boss... you minion...
In conclusion to those minions who found difficulty operating the various systems during my absence I suggest in the event of a further period of incapacity
RTFM
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If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried
Anything God didn't create was made by engineers.
I try so hard to make things idiot proof but they keep making better idiots
