[Varley]

I spend all that time in the Trident with that damned comminuter pump and you want to butcher some valuable dunnage into a smoke-room thunder box. If I find any size of old lady laying so much as a perfumed fart where I am drinking she will find herself locked up with her seven pals and every bastard will know exactly that they are 'there' and there'll be nothing whatever being the matter. If she wonders about what the matter is perhaps she should have kept the matter in for longer or used the proper cludgy after breakfast like the rest of us.

As for us. We can just continue using the porthole like we always do. (Did you know SN has a cabin where one can go an show off their member to Members. Here all Members have to do is look out for members hanging out of a porthole, or a starboard hole when the other side full). If you can pin the right name on one before it is withdrawn its Member has to put a case behind the bar.