[Into the Messhall walks a man wearing an OD flightsuit and a fleece-lined leather jacket. He's carrying a china cup in a casual manner, from which wafts the scent of raspberry tea. Painted on the back of the jacket is a copy of an airplane's nose art...to most present it is vaguely familiar. The man approaches the throne. In a most confusing yet incredibly nimble gesture, he seems to salute, bow and genuflect.]
Lieutenant Commander Snake, congratulations.
[He turns and leaves after repeating the same gesture]